under Mikael Hafstrom's visually clunky, rhythmless direction, it's a snooze of epic sameness: choppy action scenes, a blankly stern Cusack, and too many allegiance shifts to count or care for
although it falls closer to the mess side of the table. Its convoluted plot seems to promise an early death by exposition in the first 20 minutes
a film that's elegant and gauche in roughly equal measure