Directed by Randall Miller. This movie is the Hollywood equivalent of stone soup. Every writer in town brought something to throw it in the pot in hopes of creating a multi-faceted crowd pleaser. The problem is that one writer brought beef and another brought hot fudge. Another brought broken glass.
This is just crazy. The son of a Nobel prize winning scientist is kidnapped. Simple enough. BUT! The dad doesn't really care about the son. The kidnapper knows the dad stole the research for which he is being honored. The son may be a cannibal. A Beautiful Girl is stalking the son. A neighbor has OCD.
All of this, not to mention the deafening, hack-ass electronic score, are there to distract you from the fact that nobody could decide whether this is supposed to be a suspense flick, a heist caper or a comedy. Which means that it's just another failed Tarantino imitation, or much worse, a successful Guy Ritchie imitation, as if someone at a party who normally just tries too hard and makes everyone in the room uncomfortable has found a way to try even harder, making everyone in the room want to leave.
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