Danny Glover, Gary Busey, and Bill Paxton are the only elements of this film that aren't terrible.

And even then, both the characters they play and the dialogue they have to work with absolutely are terrible.

Paxton is ostensibly the comic relief, but his obnoxious character is painfully unfunny, not to mention underdeveloped.

He's still better off than the other two in Glover's squad though. Maria Conchita Alonso and Rubén Blades turn in abysmal performances in their sparse screentime, exacerbating…

As I sit here, typing this, it appears that the next President of the United States will be Donald J. Trump.

Why, you ask, is that relevant to this film?

Because this film is about lies. At their core. The simple act of making someone think something that isn't true. They take different forms. In the film, the lies can be promises that aren't kept, they can be denial of wrongdoing, they can be assurances that what you're being asked…