Normally, when a Hollywood movie boasts about being based on a true story, you can generally assume that in reality its no more true than your granddad can piss donuts. Blow is perhaps one of the few exceptions though, because though undoubtedly spruced-up in the name of audience-friendliness this biopic of drug smuggler extraordinaire George Jung was made with close enough involvement from its subject to suggest that there is some modicum of reality hidden in here.
Jung, of course, was unlucky enough in his life to eventually get caught on more than one occasion. But he may take some smidgen of consolation from the fact that hes now been lucky enough to have the ever-impressive Johnny Depp cast in his role. After a brief prologue showing George as a kid (Jesse James) who looks less than impressed with the financial struggles of his father (Ray Liotta), Depp takes the character through decades of slowly climbing the drug barons answer to a career ladder. Its a life that takes him to and from Colombia on countless occasions, has him regularly threatened with extreme violence, sees him start a family with a whining money-snatcher (Penelope Cruz) and then as youd probably hope eventually get his just desserts.
For those who dont know about such things, Jung is largely seen as responsible for setting up Americas cocaine trade single-handedly. Apparently, thats reason enough to deem him worthy of a two-hour-plus biopic, complete with all-star cast and full trimmings, but in all honesty theres nothing here you wont have seen before. Despite a typically faultless performance from lead man Depp, the whole thing is like a sort of watered-down cross between Goodfellas and Scarface, minus bite, character and interest. Add to that a conclusion which dramatically swan-dives into deep, deep schmaltz, and youre left with a final product which though just about good enough to hold the attention for its duration isnt the sort of movie youll have much memory of once the end credits have ceased rolling.