I agree with all the single (1) star reviews but will give it two because the friend I watched it with thought it had some entertainment value. It doesn't.
Sean Connery plays the main character while trying to hide his native Scotch brogue.under poor imitiation Brooklyn dialect. But that's not the first thing that doesn't work. The movie opens with a sequence before Connery's character leaves prison: a group session with the prison psychologist that represents three minutes of film that should have been left on the cutting room floor. Also non-sequitor is the intrusive and un-cool Quincy Jones soundtrack (Jones' joke as he deposited his paycheck). There is nothing cool about the bomb. The entire affair is a plot contrivance completely unsupported by any development, rhyme or reason. It's all way over the top schtick wrapped around an obtuse theme that we are all being watched and listened to by various nefarious government voyeurs who collectively can't accomplish what an asthmatic invalid kid in the apartment of one the "victims" can do on a ham radio contacting his other incel friends.
The real victim is the audience. This film cost 3 million to make and grossed 5, so it was considered a success, at least by the real thieves: the studio. I watched this for free on Thanksgiving Eve. It's a turkey.
Sean Connery plays the main character while trying to hide his native Scotch brogue.under poor imitiation Brooklyn dialect. But that's not the first thing that doesn't work. The movie opens with a sequence before Connery's character leaves prison: a group session with the prison psychologist that represents three minutes of film that should have been left on the cutting room floor. Also non-sequitor is the intrusive and un-cool Quincy Jones soundtrack (Jones' joke as he deposited his paycheck). There is nothing cool about the bomb. The entire affair is a plot contrivance completely unsupported by any development, rhyme or reason. It's all way over the top schtick wrapped around an obtuse theme that we are all being watched and listened to by various nefarious government voyeurs who collectively can't accomplish what an asthmatic invalid kid in the apartment of one the "victims" can do on a ham radio contacting his other incel friends.
The real victim is the audience. This film cost 3 million to make and grossed 5, so it was considered a success, at least by the real thieves: the studio. I watched this for free on Thanksgiving Eve. It's a turkey.