Like being trapped at a dull party with a bore. Sorry all you LB acolytes (to mention nothing of Fosse and Hoffman devotees) but it is no surprise that a biopic of a tiresome comedian results in a tiresome motion picture. I mean, it's ok to commend this jerk for fighting censorship, always a noble and worthy activity, but that does not mean you want to spend two hours with the obnoxious butthole, now does it? Nor does it mean you want to look at Hoffman's grinning, whining mug for great lengths of time or put up with Fosse's cinematic indulgences, such as those endless, enervating interviews. Solid C.
