QueenMag

This is my least favorite of the CSIs. The writing is poor, the cases really predictable or just inane. Caine thinks he knows everything, and doesn't bother to explain himself or cooperate with others. He is also actually rude to people. Worse than anything is how terrible the acting is. David Caruso's Caine is wooden (passing as "impenetrable"), and his secondaries (with the exception of Khandi Alexander, who is unusual, but interesting) are dull. The woman who plays Khallie does NOT know how to deliver her lines, and she and the other woman on the team are often improbably dressed. (I know it's Miami but come on; they're wearing evening gown makeup in the middle of the day while working).

The thing that's really annoying is that even when they are only solving one case, there is not as much focus on the evidence as on the other CSIs. CSI Miami is preoccupied with showing the team capturing suspects.

The thing I like about CSI is following along with the team as they try to figure out how the crime happened and who did it. When it comes to CSI: Miami, the puzzles are ridiculously easy to solve, so how can I be impressed? I'll take Las Vegas, the "thinking woman's" CSI any day.

I remember enjoying the film as I was watching it, but within days I had forgotten what it was about (perhaps I never truly understood), and even how it ended. Six years later I still have no clue. All I remember is the scene with Cruise suspended in a white room - and that's probably because it's been replayed and parodied countless times. It was probably a good film, but definitely forgettable. The sequel, while a total Cruise love-fest, is better looking and more memorable. I rate this one a 5 out of 10.

What a lousy movie. I rented it on DVD expecting some mindless entertainment. But there is better mindless entertainment out there. I would not watch this if it came on basic cable. It's full of cliches; there was NO suspense whatsoever. How could there be when everything in it is ripped off of another deep space action movie? You know who is going to die and who is going to live from the very beginning. Hello? Come on. James Spader is suddenly buff, Angela Bassett has a body double, Peter Facinelli shows off his booty, Robin Tunney can't keep her shirt on (why, Robin, why?), and there is a laughable scene of Wilson Cruz (yes, from My So Called Life) suddenly acting tough. What is this? Please! I rated this a one; it's not even hilariously bad (like Showgirls or Omega Code). It's just ... lousy. When it was over, I felt a deep sense of mourning for all the talented young writers and directors who get turned down in Hollywood in favor of nonsense like this.