A case of mistaken identity lands Slevin into the middle of a war being plotted by two of the city's most rival crime bosses: The Rabbi and The Boss. Slevin is under constant surveillance by relentless Detective Brikowski as well as the infamous assassin Goodkat and finds himself having to hatch his own ingenious plot to get them before they get him.
A stroke of good luck turns lethal for Sam Phelan and his wife Leslie when they are faced with a life-changing decision that brings strange and sinister Pyke Kubic to their doorstep. As Pyke leads Sam and Leslie on a tumultuous adventure through the streets of Chicago, each are pulled deeper and deeper into a desperate spiral of deception and violence... All in the name of money. Written by
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I think Sean Bean is trying to come over all 'brooding menace' here, but the result is a bland monotonous delivery that doesn't really convince. There's no presence star or menacing to put across the terrifying situation in which Chris Hemsworth and Victoria Profeta's hapless couple find themselves. Hemsworth's Sam Phelan, an American everyman with virtually no back story finds himself in possession of close to a quarter of a million dollars when a case containing the aforementioned loot the proceeds from a robbery committed by Bean's identical twin is thrown from a flyover during a police pursuit. Unfortunately for Sam and his malnourished wife, no sooner have they used some of the money to pay off the arrears on their mortgage, buy a range rover and furnish their home when the Beany man sporting the quintessentially British name of Pyke Kubic comes looking for his cash.
It's a simple idea, one that's loaded with possibilities which could go off in any direction, but it's criminally mishandled. We're supposed to sympathise with the Phelan's but they're not really interesting enough to get worked up about. They're not too smart either which, as the story unfolds, is at least consistent with their paying cash for a $70,000 car immediately after a major robbery in the city. In the UK at least, all retailers are obliged by law to report any cash purchases over a given sum (£10,000, I think) and the police would have been bearing down on the Phelans and the other characters on Kubic's list, all of whom seem to exist solely to emphasise his racist leanings long before Phelan's five-day deadline for repayment was over.
The tone of the film is pretty uneven; it looks for a while as if writer/director Stephen Milburn Anderson is going to start playing it for laughs as the couple bicker in their bed and when we see Mrs Phelan smiling pleasantly as Kubic explains how he is going to take all the money away from them, but Anderson seems to drop that idea after a couple of scenes. The inevitable hostility between Kubic and Phelan blows hot and cold, as if Phelan keeps forgetting to be mad at his nemesis, and the story drifts into absurdity as the unlikely trio embark on a succession of hold-ups in order to recover the balance of the money owing.
Bean carries the film, even though his performance is nothing to shout about. It's just that Hemsworth and Profeta's performances are so poor they make Bean look live Olivier by comparison. The film is easy enough to watch if you're on your third beer at the end of a heavy day but you'll have forgotten all about it before the end credits finish rolling.
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