It's rare to see a director get so far over his head, yet so far up his own butt at the same time. While trying, and utterly failing, to map out a complex story, the film cannot connect the dots between simple human interaction. Bad writing, bad plot, atrocious acting, and Dean Cain and Malcolm McDowell sleepwalking their way through this clunker en route to the SAG minimum paycheck they must have earned. Hopefully next time (should there be a next time), I hope the producer saves up his paper-route money and spends it on a better script and director, instead of C list actors. One might assume (as I did) that this would be some discount bin B- Movie disaster flick, but sadly it can't even live up to that. They re- titled it, gave it an action packed cover art, and tricked us into watching one of the dullest bits of cinema I've ever encountered. If I found out that writer was twelve and the director autistic, I wouldn't be the least surprised.
