The director/writer, Martin Brest, casts the conventions of film making into a lake of fire. The lynch-pins of the Hollywood troglodytes are obliterated. The trusted lexicons of all trusted purveyors of film, in their many forms, are stricken from this dimension altogether. This film personifies creativity more than anyone before or since.
Gigli is not your garden variety hit man. He's a sensitive guy who;s more-or-less forced into his profession. Ben Affleck, who preforms astonishingly well in this timeless classic, plays a bad actor. That is who Gigli is. He needs the intimidation factor to do hid dirty deeds, and it takes the wise eyes of Jennifer Lopez to see through this facade.
The plot casually progresses as if it were a breezy Sunday afternoon. The chemistry between Affleck and Lopez simmers and cools until its utterly enjoyable crescendo at the end. Even if you can't stand this movie, the end is guaranteed to bring the warm tears of joy to your eyes.
Obviously this a film that should be handled with caution. You should avoid seeing it with cynics and desperate intellectuals in need of something to criticize. It is a film that is best watched by yourself.