Spawn of Tarantino. A gory, amoral, all-attitude caper thriller, written and directed by Christopher McQuarrie (writer only on The Usual Suspects), who arranges such a crowded schedule of "startling" revelations that they soon become ho-hum revelations. Juliette Lewis, the kidnapped surrogate mother (ready to pop), is in rough proximity to her real-life father, Geoffrey Lewis, but it is not he who will turn out to be her startling father on screen. That, to spill one bean, is James Caan, the most sympathetic figure in the group, a fossilized mob torpedo by the name of Joe Sarno. If this is an in-joke -- Joe Sarno being the name, also, of a nudie director of the Sixties and Seventies -- it is (a) esoteric in the extreme, and (b) unfunny even if you get it. But it is good to see Caan in the part ("The only thing you can assume about a broken-down old man is that he's a survivor"): good to see him despite the apparent bad back and/or stiff neck that prohibits him from turning his head without turning his entire torso. Ryan Phillippe, Benicio Del Toro, Taye Diggs, Scott Wilson. (2000) — Duncan Shepherd
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