Within the growing Berg/Wahlberg oeuvre, this one is easily the most tolerable just because it isn't basically about the gung-ho glorification of soldiers or cops. Also: it's got Kurt Russell. 😎
As much as I should (and mostly do) dislike this film, I find myself returning to it time and again, probably drawn in by more than my fascination for Tony Scott's lurid high-contrast aesthetics or yet another powerful but one-dimensional Denzel Washington performance. The whole thing is politically, ideologically, and in most other ways impossible to defend, and yet it has the powerful taste of good, slippery pulp fiction, its many overblown idiocies adding to rather than detracting from its strength as a film. Moth, meet flame.
This shitty Madame Tussauds version of the Disney 'classic' does almost nothing to mitigate the original's worst problems, is almost aggressive in its total and absolute charmlessness, drags out literally every moment to the point of unwatchable lethargy, and adds insult to injury by making the wrong character gay.