This is fun bad. Too many laughs to enjoy.
There's a forensic lab robot that grabs Bronson's ass, and it looks like a reject from the old Dr. Who.
They seem to avoid ever telling you why these people are being killed - just hash it up to beltway politics.
And they never hint at just how this amazing new explosive could ever possibly work. That's why Jurassic Park gave us the maple-covered mosquitoes. Just give us some kind of something to hang our hat on, even if it does strain disbelief.
And not only is our hero recovering from a deep personal tragedy, but his wife is also sleeping with the villain. And there's a recurring panty-less victim who keeps getting rigged to blow.
The best thing you can say about movies like this is that they never took themselves seriously. Well, for the most part that is.
Check out Roy Scheider in Chain of Command, or Lou Diamond Phillips in Alien Express for similar projects. Even harder to swallow then their plots, believing they were ever sold in the first place.
