Synopsis:
An entire building full of lying, murdering, corrupt, asshole pigs self-destructs.
Review:
The future SS director brings an ensemble cast: Neo, Ghost Dog, Gregory House, Steve Rogers, Terry Crews, Common, the Game, Jay Mohr, and Cedric the Entertainer. He brings little else, though, except a few yawns every fifteen minutes. Imagine someone took all the McBain cliches and toned them down a couple notches. You now have every single plot element and tenth-rate, diluted, wanna-be, "You can't HANDLE THE TRUTH," speeches that peppers this script like birdshot on Dick Cheney's hunting partner's face. Some deliveries border on comedic. Every single action scene is so improbable and requires such dimwitted villains that the Dolph Lundgren's The Punisher starts to look like Aliens.
Verdict:
If you ever wanted a perfect study on how to piss away acting talent with a shitty script, this is it.
Street Kings
Street Kings
Diogenes of Sinope: "It is not that I am mad, it is only that my head is different from yours."
Arnold Judas Rimmer, BSC, SSC: "Better dead than smeg."
Arnold Judas Rimmer, BSC, SSC: "Better dead than smeg."