Review: Danny Collins
Al Pacino plays the title rock/popstar a long way from his 70s heyday and now the partying, the drugs, and the casual sex are making him look an embarrassment. He has also lost all passion to perform his usual schtick, as his one insipid hit ‘Baby Doll’ appears to be all his ‘fans’ want to hear now. One day his long-suffering manager (Christopher Plummer) gives him a letter that had been somehow lost for 40 years and never delivered to Danny. It’s a response to a letter that Danny wrote at the time…to John Lennon, asking him for advice. Overwhelmed by the admittedly too-late response from the long-dead Lennon, Danny decides some changes are in order. He moves out of his house, ditches his druggie trophy girlfriend and checks into a ritzy hotel in Jersey. There he hopes to visit his long-estranged son (Bobby Cannavale) and connect. The embittered Cannavale, now married to a calm and sensible Jennifer Garner and father to an ADHD-afflicted daughter (with another baby on the way), is ...