A stickup artist (Al Pacino) is released as a geriatric after an extended prison stint. Reuniting with his best friend and partner in crime (Christopher Walken), the two pull an all nighter where they visit a cathouse, blow prescription drugs, spring their former wheelman (Alan Arkin) from a nursing facility, and rescue a damsel in distress, all before 10AM at which point the partner is expected to put two in the back of his recently sprung buddy's head per request of the local crime boss. With "Stand Up Guys", not only does Pacino continue his descent into *current* acting irreverence, but he pulls Walken and Arkin into the maelstrom with him (not that they need much pulling given stretches in their track records). This is a putrid, half-handed film, with a script that was sent through the cliche script factory and sent through once more for good measure.
