Spike Lee, Denzel Washington (in New York), Clive Owen, Jodie Foster. What could go wrong?
Plot holes, ladies and gentlemen. That's what went wrong.
You feel no sympathy for the "baddie", not because he's bad, or because he gets caught, but because he's so stupid- scratch that. He's so stooopid to get himself caught. In the word of Comic Store Guy from the Simpsons "Worst Plot-hole Ever."
The fact the police wouldn't even check the blech-blah-bleugh.
Why didn't he get rid of the hum-de-hum?
The diddely-dum!
Why did no-one notice that the diddely-dums had changed!
Why did nobody smell the huckle-tuck?
Seriously dude! More plot holes than Star Crash.
Plus points. Jodie Foster is magnificent as always, strangely reminding me of a friend's missus in this. Denzel is Denzel. Cool as. Clive Owen is behind a mask for most of the film, but still manages to be subtlety menacing.
Score: B- on viewing, falling rapidly to a C- when I left and started thinking about it.
OQ: "My name is Dalton Russell. Pay strict attention to what I say because I choose my words carefully and I never repeat myself."
"Pardon?"
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