The film was made with the endorsement of Gotti's son, John A. It's when we try to go from basics to details that things get murky. Basically, sure, it's the story of how Gotti rose to power in the Gambino crime family, killed the boss to take his job, and managed to skate through one indictment after another until finally being convicted in 1992, dying of cancer in prison 10 years later. In point of fact, the film is such a delirious mishmash of scenes from all across its chronology, stitched together by the flop-sweat of some of the worst acting, across the board, in any movie in recent memory, I'm not sure what it believes, or even what story it's telling. At least, I think that's what the film wants us to come away with. Gotti is a film made in support of a belief that I knew in principle that people held, but somehow assumed wasn't actually possible until just now: that Gotti, a mob boss who was uniquely bad at his job on top of being an evil murdering fuck, was a really good, classy guy. The third thing that happens is that I start weeping tears of pure joy that I have at last found the best So Bad It's Good movie of 2018, if not of the entire decade.
The second thing that happens is that Travolta opens his mouth, and this comes out of it: "Noo Yahk is tha greatest fukkin' city inna world". The very first thing that happens in Gotti is that the camera pans across the Manhattan skyline on the far side of the river, to land on John Gotti (John Travolta), turning around to regard the camera with practiced surprise, like the host of a cooking show welcoming us to their fake house.
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