by Steve Adelman
When Steve Martin struts onto the screen in a white double-breasted suit, gold chains swinging, hair shellacked into a pompadour that defies physics, you know My Blue Heaven isn’t going to be a subtle film. What it is, however, is a surprisingly sharp and offbeat character study masquerading as a slapstick comedy—one that shares unlikely DNA with Goodfellas, thanks to a curious twist behind the scenes.
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