Dear Christian Slater has had his fair share of bad material over the years, but once I had overcome my distaste for his early, hammy, misplaced pastiche of Jack Nicholson infusing every single performance, I grew to enjoy him. Recently, he's proven to be an adept light drama/thriller performer in his turn as the wackily wired Edward/Henry in My Own Worst Enemy (albeit that the swines at Universal cancelled the show before transmitting anything like a decent conclusion) and he seems to be coming into his own.
But then we are dished the detritus of all possible movies with a handheld nightmare of the hammiest production I have had the displeasure to witness in years. Goodness knows what possessed the man to sign up for this twaddle and it suggests that the charm associated with the Oscar doesn't carry you too far along, if this is the only stuff that Cuba Gooding can get to act in.
Poor direction, low budget, untalented directors and writers and the worst set pieces (if they could be granted such a definition) such as car chases, fist fights and shootouts that I've ever had the displeasure to witness.
I'll be very surprised indeed if this pathetic outing doesn't garner the Golden Raspberry or Turkey of the Year - it truly is that bad. And it only gets one star because Amazon doesn't let you post no stars at all.
If you really want a good performance from Christian, watch Pump Up The Volume again (and delight in the use of Leonard Cohen's Everybody Knows) and for Cuba, couple him with Tom Cruise and rent Jerry Maguire.