Ill-fitting vehicle for Schwarzenegger (in the role of a U.S. Marshal on the witness-protection beat), but really more a vehicle for the FX and stunt boys: a routinely overinflated action extravaganza revolving around a science-fictional made-in-America "pulse weapon" which, if loosed on the international market, would apocalyptically tip the scales in the war against terrorism. The film is no worse than silly as long as you can keep your sense of humor, or sense of philosophy, about the present-day Hollywood moral disorder whereby members of the Italian Mafia make lovable, loyal sidekicks while the avaricious and murderous villains are culled from high places in law enforcement and the federal government. The parachuting scene is not without a new wrinkle or two, and a school of underfed alligators at the New York City Zoo fleetingly stir things up when their aquarium bursts. (A line that writes itself: "You're luggage," quips Arnold, after stopping one of them with a bullet.) In both those scenes, the special-effects work looks a little ragged, and the imagery throughout never merits the minimal accolade of "slick." Vanessa Williams, James Caan, James Coburn; directed by Charles Russell. (1996) — Duncan Shepherd
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