Ted Demme's final film features a delightfully stylized Johnny Depp in a biographical account that holds little historical or dramatic significance. We meet the smuggler kingpin George Jung, who, according to himself, at one point in the 1970s was responsible for "importing" 85 percent of all cocaine sold in the United States. While this premise holds some intrigue, what unfolds is only an occasionally engaging crime story. Demme builds a satisfyingly intricate, but not particularly suspenseful, drama through his exquisite 1970s setting. However, this is where Blow's merits largely end. As a biography, its value lies mostly in Johnny Depp’s performance. The film’s ending fails to provide either the necessary sympathy or the emotionally charged farewell to a man who, despite his charming heyday, is arguably quite unremarkable.