A product of cinephiliac inbreeding. It has to do with a hitman named Critical Jim who, besides his work, loves movies ("The old movies, you know, where it was all about the story"), and it has even more to do with his assigned target, who delays his execution in the manner of Scheherazade, by relating his story to the hitman in the form of a "pitch." A germ of an amusing idea can be faintly detected, a mistaken-identity idea about an escaped con who, for purposes of a false passport, assumes the identity of a dead man, not realizing the dead man was snuffed by the mob and will now be thought to have survived. Writer-director Chris Ver Wiel, applying for the post vacated by Quentin Tarantino, is too busy referencing old movies to take the time to construct a seaworthy story of his own (like in the old movies, you know) and to patch its several leaks. The depths of inbred moronism are reached when the hitman, Tim Allen, addresses his captive, Christian Slater, "You know who you sound like? Jack Nicholson! Anybody ever tell you that?" With Portia de Rossi, Richard Dreyfuss, and RuPaul. (2002) — Duncan Shepherd
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