And in case that wasn't enough, Scorsese tries to fill the gaps with nonstop - and I mean, NONSTOP - voice-over narration. an easy indicator that the director doesn't have much to show us. The point of all this music, presumably, is to punctuate with either emphasis or irony what we're seeing on the screen. Oh, there's snatches of grand opera, too, especially when little Joe Pesci is killing someone. Once again, we get the nonstop soundtrack comprised of Bobby Vinton-esque oldies and 70's album rock. That makes *Casino* extremely empty - call it a black hole. This might not be Scorsese's worst movie (that would be *Kundun*), but it may be his most negligible movie, given that it's very much a remake of the director's own *GoodFellas*, which was a pretty empty affair to begin with.
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