Jessie McMullen, a Scottish-American widower who emigrated to New York with his Sicialian wife in 1946, is proud of his criminal lifestyle.

Adam reveals his plan to steal valuable research from a laboratory, which impresses Jessie but disappoints and frustrates Vito.

The movie was critically panned, with The New York Times stating that although "the three stars are good actors[,] they have nothing much to work with.

Their biggest challenge is to make the audience believe they are blood relatives, a question that would be quickly dismissed if the script were more compelling.

Family Business, however, is so full of waste space that it has not one but two Irish wakes, where stolen clothing is sold to the mourners who get drunk and sing Danny Boy, which is at least once too often.

With Sean Connery, Dustin Hoffman, and Matthew Broderick playing three generations of a family, you've got a lot of talent at your disposal.

Forget for the moment the fact that, in this movie about the persistence of family genes, none of the actors remotely resembles each other.

I ask because the movie seems to pursue both goals with equal success until about the three-quarter mark and then leaves leftover details of the caper hanging disconcertingly in midair.