Little more than a list of the 20 matches that make up the streak. At a pitiful 37 minutes there's no room for analysis, and the instance of staying in character rather than actually looking at the career of Mark Calloway himself cripples the picture.

Reasonably entertaining whenever Kurt Russell is on screen, but the excessive foot fetish bullshit and lack of interesting characters mean only the pretty average action sequences provide any real enjoyment. The deliberately sloppy editing and film damage gimmick quickly wears thin too.

Horrifically poor political commentary and a lack of any real threat make this a chore to watch. Subtly is the key to this sort of thing. Imagine Dawn of the Dead, except it has a voice over that cuts in every few minutes to explain how it's about consumerism to make sure the audience is getting it. Terrible.