Reviewed Mar 26, 2012
I often think that films are like letters. You can receive a letter in many different ways. It can come wrapped in pretty paper with a bow tied around it. It can come in a envelope marked for your attention only. It can arrive in a joyous moment of celebration or it can arrive in a time of sadness.
This film is the equivalent of receiving a jiffy bag with a hastily scrawled address on it. It piques the interest but also confuses.
You open the seal and dip your hand inside the envelope looking forward to the surprise... Only to find a stone cold turd, a fucking corpse of a film nestling in the bottom. GOTCHA!
It's too late. You've realised some witless fuck hoodwinked you into getting poo on your hands. Is this really the shit that passes for 'Action/Thriller' these days?