I have just had the most miss-fortunate of experiences that I felt compelled to write a review of this film, my first ever. I have been a Wesley Snipes fan from the first film that I saw him in. He has always, I believed been a good indication of a quality film. And so having found a film that I was not familiar with I sat down to watch in anticipation on a Sunday evening. The start of the film left me a little confused as to the plot, but never the less I gave it time and watched on. It seemed that his confession would be either heart felt or not at all. This I put down to screen writing. But still I ploughed on. This was beginning to drag I thought to myself. Before long I found my mind wandering and it was time for coffee. That would break the monotony. The acting was wooden. The pauses between the dialogue cavernous. The cinematography and editing was bad and confusing jumping from colour to black and white to slow motion with some weird pastel effect. The fight scenes were unrealistic. There seemed to be an endless supply of bullets. Not once do I recollect seeing anyone in the film reload a gun, and only once did anyone run out of bullets right at the end so that the final fight scene could take place. An obvious convenience. The end deflating.
Review of Game of Death
