As I write Wesley Snipes is being indicted for alleged tax fraud. Well, they got the charge a bit wrong - it's us the audience who've been defrauded by this limp, lame excuse for an action movie. Although Snipes himself is adequate in the lead, the rest of the acting is humdrum at best, and, in the case of Liz Hurley, dire. (Will somebody please tell me why that woman is regarded as a "celebrity"? To paraphrase Walter Matthau, I have more talent in my smallest f*rt than she has in her entire body.) The storyline is so thin it must have been written on a post-it note, the script is terrible, the characters cardboard cutouts who'd look underwritten in a toddler's pop-up book.
As for the improbabilities of plot. Don't even start to go there.
This film has one redeeming quality. It's very short. So short, in fact, that you're actually pleasantly surprised when it ends. Surely that can't be it, you muse for a moment, after Snipes has dispatched the chief bad guy (a Brit, naturally - because of course all bad guys are British in Hollywood). But yes, in an act of euthanasia for which the producers should be highly commended, its life support system is switched off and this turkey is given the quick death it so richly deserves. Come back Arnie, all is forgiven.
As for the improbabilities of plot. Don't even start to go there.
This film has one redeeming quality. It's very short. So short, in fact, that you're actually pleasantly surprised when it ends. Surely that can't be it, you muse for a moment, after Snipes has dispatched the chief bad guy (a Brit, naturally - because of course all bad guys are British in Hollywood). But yes, in an act of euthanasia for which the producers should be highly commended, its life support system is switched off and this turkey is given the quick death it so richly deserves. Come back Arnie, all is forgiven.