randy stevens

Two hours wasted. Slow slow slow slow moving pointless, sophomoric and poorly written water boarding that drags you along waiting for something meaningful and in the end just runs out of gas. The critics will celebrate the corny performance by a prune faced Roberts and a green toothed Hawke and of course the Obama's name attached to it will command their allegiance but none of them will be able to give you back the two hours of your life that you just threw away.

Captures the period very well, Bronson's character was played perfectly. The lines on this face, his calm, businesslike manner.

You will hate yourself for having wasted 2 hours of your life on this idiocy. This movie is essentially about being reckless with money and YOU would be guilty of that if you pay to see it. Imagine what a movie script would read like had it been written by a 25 year old "Andrew Dice Clay-esque" screenwriter with tourette syndrome. F-bombs every other word, screaming to the point that I guarantee your "reach for the remote reflex" will be twitching to lower what is essentially noise. A predictable and empty ending to what is worthless and meaningless main character. Regret, disappointment and an empty feeling worse than finding out that your in-laws just bought the house next door.

Two hours wasted. The only true horror here is the painfully slow pace that movie crawls along at and the void left at the conclusion. I could have produced, directed and filmed this movie in my garage.