December 25, 1992
"Hoffa" appears made for the smallest of all possible audiences, America's shrinking population of big game hunters. And why big game hunters? Because they alone among us seem to like things that are both large and dead.The movie is a corpse. It's a fish that stinks from the head. They ought to bury it in the Jersey Meadowlands.It never begins to build a case that its hero, Teamsters boss and tough guy Jimmy Hoffa, is worthy of the time and money the film lavishes on him. It has no theory of his personality, it offers no coherent account of his life and times, it's not a revisionist screed arguing his innocence on pension fund fraud, and it can't begin to evoke the romantic idealism that caused working men to risk everything to build a union.