I liked this movie a lot but it didn't meet expectations. It is not the best performance of either star, and as their only “real” film together is not what it might have been. Two jaded NYPD detectives track a serial killer who leaves awful poems with his victims' bodies. One is so worn down that he is a ticking time bomb; the other can manage the stress, but is loyal to his partner and friend. DeNiro slowly unravels as the detectives begin to suspect the killer is a cop, and Pacino tries to cover for him. The movie is clicheic, but interesting. The plot twists are well done. But the stars look so bored, while telling you how much they care, that you don't understand why they go to all this bother. I don't think they know, either.