dir. Jon Avnet
writ. Gary Scott Thompson
feat. Al Pacino, Alicia Witt, Leelee Sobieski, Amy Brenneman, William Forsythe, Deborah Kara Unger
This filthy mess of a film isn't worth four minutes of writing. Desperate, clumsy screenwriting gives us multiple motorcyclist (in Seattle no less) red herring threats, several attractive yet pointless female characters (some of which will be threatened without the audience caring, one of which will be revealed as lesbian to weakly obscure a twist in the story), and a long-winded tragic history for our uncharismatic hero. Oh yeah, and most of the time Pacino will be on his cell phone. Without one effective element, the picture simply piles up into an increasingly stinking heap.
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