An exemplary doctor made a mistake when he told his fastidious patient that he only had 90 minutes to live. This man is Robin Williams, after learning about his disease, he become enraged and causes many horrific troubles.
Williams, of course, has been doing a gruff-turns-to-lovable schtick as opposed to any organic acting for more than half of his motion picture career, so his work here is what one might call dreadfully predictable.
"The Angriest Man in Brooklyn" doesn't seem to know what chord to strike: it veers wildly from madcap farce to social satire to sentimental family drama.
Considering its outlandish premise, what the film lacks are any outlandish scenes-or, if not outlandish, then at least ones in the realm of the creative.
Tonally and creatively messy, and filled with entirely too much shouting. In the case of "The Angriest Man in Brooklyn," less would have been much, much more.
The movie is predictably sentimental at its root, but it's also meant to be comedy, partly resting on Mr. Williams's energetic but failed attempt to play a jerk.
