Reviews

What a pointless piece of crap. A film whose dialog is comprised exclusively of "tag-lines". Acting as nuanced as that which might be found on an infomercial. A plot as contrived and preposterous as any one might find in a rejected RoadRunner cartoon script.

This film has it all, culminating in a death scene as silly as you'll ever see. The plot involves the theft of a set of nuclear weapons which Christian Slater is trained "to disable". These nuclear weapons have a keypad you can set for thirty minutes. Can you, dear reader, explain to me the rationale for such a feature on a nuclear warhead? This film's plot devices come from a world where physics and logic have not yet been invented.

This film does make you think.

It's horrible.

Nothing in my wildest imagination can come up with why this film garners more than one star. There are so many errors, both factual and contradictory to what "plot" has been established, that one must believe this was edited by monkeys. Monkeys on crank, maybe. Okay, so ONE part of this movie, the title, makes sense.

Preposterous is fine, when the director signals the viewer that "what is to follow is preposterous", but this movie doesn't have the decency to do even that. There is no irony; no sense of fun, just dopey, badly conceived crap. Just crap. Which would be a better title. Just leave off the "nk", substitute a "p". A precious 87 minutes might be saved for thousands.

The discerning viewer might ask, for example: "Why is it possible for the gang of thugs to make it to the roof for the final action scene, but the cops just muck about on the street WHERE NOTHING IS HAPPENING?" or..."How did a helicopter attain such a height that would give Chev the ability to dispatch his enemy on the way down, then make a phone call (waiting through an answering machine message)? Six and a half minutes of free-fall...that's pretty darned high (falling from a height of 27,000 ft.-a technical impossibility for a helicopter-your free-fall time is under two minutes) for someone to have his skull still intact after the pavement kisses it." This film is not made for the discerning viewer. It is made for those viewers who are amazed by flickering lights. Do yourself a favor and buy a strobe light, park yourself in front of it for an hour and a half, and walk away 9 dollars richer, and after the seizure subsides, a whole lot wiser.