Un film de...Russell Crowe.
No, this does not mark the arrival on the scene of a new and exciting cine-auteur, though someone could possibly write a decent enough essay on the agency permitted the female characters here.
If you ever wondered what sort of movie would result from Crowe carefully crafting a role for himself, a sort of tumescent emanation from his inner being, well, this is it.
A shitshow of a vanity project about a last ditch vanity project that turns into a shitshow.
Thankfully, in the end, money saves the day.