Nice looks; mediocre script; action clearly directed by the kid in school who wore a trench coat in 80 degree weather. It's got some nice photography, lighting, and some interesting locations, so those who appreciate late nineties stylish thriller photography with great use of colored lighting and cool score songs (Crystal Method and Martina Topley-Bird with Tricky) will have something to appreciate. Goes down pretty smooth in the end. It was sophomoric pulp, but I miss this kind of ending/mood in films. The writing and dialogue are quite juvenile, and passable at best. The performances are clearly not the work of a master director, but I did enjoy Fat and Sorvino. Fat looks cool and classy, and Sorvino '90s sexy-cool, and kind of adorable in the more touching scenes, even with the chintzy dialogue. Action Miscellany: There were several points during actions scenes that I burst out laughing due to how silly it was. If somebody has a fully automatic weapon, it's getting at least 25 rounds shot through it in a killshot. Point blank execution? Full auto for at least 3 seconds. It's so tryhard cool and excessive it's hilarious. The pistols also seem to get random foley editing. There are random silenced pistol SFX for unsuppressed pistols, most hilariously on Prochnow's Desert Eagle.