Martin Hall-Kenny

Where do I start? Well... a very shakey psuedo-scientific premise that broadcasting a specific frequency would target an area of the brain that deals with asocial thoughts and prevent one from acting on them? Well... this film started badly and went downhill from there. I spent a good portion of the film trying to work out what the plot actually was. I don't think the Director knew either but then, given the screenplay, that is hardly surprising. I was ever hopeful that the actors might drag something out of the mess but they seemed to be sleepwalking through their lines and the awful (and seemingly gratuitious) set piece 'shoot outs'. It became particularly laughable (and embarrassing) when Brick and co went to the king pins house where the son had an argument with his father. Not only did this 'argument' not make any kind of rational sense, it didn't assist in moving the plot forward at all and seemed like the actors were... acting. Wooden does not begin to describe it. It was a pure hodge-podge of unrelated and irrelevant scenes that only kept me watching as I wondered how much worse it could get. At over 2 hours, someone has a lot to answer for and very little to answer with. This one is a definite MISS... better to watch paint dry.