  My friend Jason keeps me laughing at work lately by sending me blurbs of reviews throughout my boss' career.
I'm working for the only actor I ever actively made fun of and did impressions of through college. That I've ended up working for him is just another of God's jests. *his name is protected because I don't want to end up on the street (Erin's boss) is totally miscast as a geriatric mafioso, and his approach to the material is to weakly impersonate Ray Liotta, then add thirty years.
Compare this to his performance in Lost in Yonkers, and you will see how far this once-great star has fallen. But the flashes of satirical wit vanish once the basic premise has been established, and (Erin's boss' movie) gradually degenerates into a mindless, racist sex farce. Whenever the nice white characters stick on the Al Jolson blackface, they turn into horny, animalistic savages who wallow in toilet humor and try to boink anything that moves.
(Erin's boss) in particular makes a complete jackass of himself waddling around in a tribesman outfit and making lame jokes about South Seas women with big cans. (Erin's boss' character) at least had a good reason for resorting to fraud. It's anybody's guess what (Erin's boss) excuse is for appearing in this thing. What am I doing with my life? 
