Excellent casting is the strong point of this movie.The mob figures were believable.Especially good was the main bodyguard of the Jake LaMotta character.The patter of the mob people also rang true.And the choice of locations was believable.For example, the crummy furniture district where the head man's "office" was located.For those here who complain about the number of shots the pr man turned mob fighter missed, remember all the cocaine he took in the course of the movie. That doesn't help your aim.The movie was filled with totally believable patter from the crime characters.

the constant and miserable soundtrack rounds out this tortuous flick. It gets a 2, not a 1, solely because of the Jake La Motta cameo (which is why I paid the two bucks)... and it just isn't even bad in any interesting way. It's just a bunch of idiots with a 16-mil camera and apparently some semblance of a "budget".The plot seems to involve an upstart drug-lord/New York mafia dude/pasty white business man (David Henry Keller) who's looking to take over the crack cocaine market, and starts taking out his competitors. At the same time he decides the media is paying too much attention to his illicit goings-on, and hires a flack with bad facial hair (Johnny Stumper) to clean up his image. La Motta is the flick's only redeeming trait as the disapproving "Godfather" of New York.

First you assemble a cast of actors who can't act. Then you hire a director who can't direct, writers who can't write and an editor who can't edit. To make sure that you really ruin the film you add a really bad score that runs underneath the dialogue throughout the entire film and you've got " Mob War". All kidding aside, the film is worth seeing just to see boxing champ Jake LaMotta as The Godfather. He's alright.

This is a movie without any redeeming values. Bad script, bad acting, bad cinematography, even bad foley work -- there's one scene in which the lead mafioso is pouring a couple of glasses of wine and it sounds like the mike is taped to the inside of a toilet bowl as someone is urinating into it. Another scene, inside a network newsroom, echoes. In the scenes where people are sitting inside cars, talking, they all shout. The makeup is awful. The public relations man's girlfriend sits in a darkened bedroom wearing a couple of pounds of mascara.There is so much to this movie that is awful, from the sheer brutality and stupidity of the characters to the script in which people keep screaming about respect, to some fat mobster who keeps cackling in the background that I can recall no movie which approaches this in its stupidity. Even the works of Ed Wood is suffused with good intentions. I suppose there is some purpose to this movie: if you want some one to never speak to you again, recommend this movie.