Turns out that when goodfellas don't die (when they don't get shot or blown up in a car or beaten to death with a baseball bat) they move to South Beach. They drive tour buses for the elderly, take orders at Burger King, give dime-a-dance lessons to old women in need of a shoulder to lean on, and apply makeup to corpses who pass through revolving-door funeral homes. They eat early dinners and play card games and tan their leathery hides and recall their glory days, always wondering how such once-powerful men as they wound up counting the days, minutes, and seconds until they finally become extinct. I thought we'd be dead, moans Bobby Bartellemeo (Richard Dreyfuss), sitting on the decaying front terrace of South Beach's Raj Maj... More >>>