World-class cocksman Warren Beatty was nailing Madonna (in her prime) at the time he made Dick Tracy, and that explains a lot about the film. You have Mr. Beatty, no makeup, wandering through a parade of great actors all under heavy prosthetics to look ugly, matching the bizarre Chester Gould drawings they were playing. I imagine that's what it's like when you're fucking Madonna; you walk around and your ego is so 'roid raged that everyone but you looks deformed.