This Movie Can Only Be Described With One Word.

Self-important, over-dramatic, uninspired.

Brilliant and touching

All of these films share one commonality, that being a kind of emotional center that humanizes a cast of monsters.

AMERICAN MOBSTER is a cheap little gangster flick from Florida, made on a tiny budget. It's a film that's content to go through the usual motions in terms of plot and character, involving a couple of street-level hoodlums who get involved in a life-or-death struggle with figures higher up the mafia chain. Room-bound conversations and cheap staging are the order of the day here and cliches abound. A couple of old-time actors in the form of Robert Miano and Frank Stallone play in support but this is mostly low rent and unengaging.

This is who I am, aka American Mobster, tells the story of Nick Romano, a dapper thug from Miami. Nick has problems with his girlfriend and other gangsters. Nick wants to be a nicer kind of thug, and wants to keep his girl, but one thing leads to another and...well, you know, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. The actors in this film are all graduates of the Martin Scoresleezy school of acting, most having majored in Italian thug mimicry, but maybe they actually flunked. The star who portrays Nick, by the way, is also the writer and producer. There is no acting ability displayed on the screen, the action sequences are really cheesy, the fighting and blood shed look about as fake as you can get. I couldn't give away the plot because the movie has none. I often marvel at how money is wasted in the entertainment industry, and this film is a good example.