I have realized that the more movies I watch, the more I can see Hollywood formulas as they unfold. This movie shows its age with the formulaic plot and predictable camera shots.
Pop quiz: what was the point of making Samuel Jackson’s hair red? I don’t know either.
The acting was executed well, considering the weak dialogue. Kevin Spacey can act his way out of almost any poor script.
Wow. I am so uninspired by this movie that I am too bored to describe the plot. I have to respect Ebert and Roeper for being able to talk at length about mediocre films. It’s so much easier to love or hate.
I enjoyed watching it, but I guess I expect more from a movie from this.