Review Date: October 16, 2002
Director: Ronny Yu
Writer: Stel Pavlou
Producers: Jonathan Debin, Andras Hamori
Samuel L. Jackson
Looking back, I assume that the filmmakers were trying to put together a SNATCH-like gang of roughnecks, with the main difference being that most of Guy Ritchie's tough guys are actual tough guys who deliver funny and convincing dialogue. None of these paperweights interested me in the least bit and ultimately took me out of the film's simplistic story. Yes, Sam Jackson is still as cool as they come (and even gives us a little Sharon Stone/BASIC INSTINCT leg/skirt action), Carlyle says the c-word better than anyone I know and the babe assassin is a definite cutie-pie (although I couldn't figure out if she looked more like a skinny Shannon Doherty or a meaty Demi Moore-great ass, by the way), but at the end of the day, there just weren't enough things that clicked in the film for me to recommend it in theaters. A couple of weak laughs, one pretty happenin' shoot-out/action scene early on and some heavily stylized directing just weren't enough to make up for the idiotic bad guys, the lame plotline and the horrible ending (the resolution inside a stadium loge is one of the most embarrassing scenes that I've witnessed all year-what were they thinking?). If you wanna see it for Jackson acting cool in a kilt, well...I'm certainly not gonna hold you back, but he deserves much better than this two-bit attempt at a "cool" movie...he deserves to be in an actual cool movie! Now I'm not gonna come over to your house and play human punch-bag with your head if you rent this puppy, just don't expect Sam Jackson to be walking around in an afro, smoking a joint and showing us his sweet ass or anything (Doh! Actually, he does all three of those things in this film, but other than that, it's weak...believe me...please!). The Lizard thinks JoBlo sucks the big one.