Bi-polar mall security guard Ronnie Barnhardt is called into action to stop a flasher from turning shopper's paradise into his personal peep show. But when Barnhardt can't bring the culprit to justice, a surly police detective, is recruited to close the case.
A miserable conman and his partner pose as Santa and his Little Helper to rob department stores on Christmas Eve. But they run into problems when the conman befriends a troubled kid, and the security boss discovers the plot.
Billy Bob Thornton,
Ronnie Barnhardt lives with his alcoholic mother. He's chief security guard at Forest Ridge Mall, where he's in love with Brandi, a cosmetic sales clerk, and gets a free coffee each day from Nell, a cheery clerk in the food court. A flasher haunts the mall's parking lot, and at night, thefts occur. Ronnie is intent on catching the criminals but has no investigative skills, is delusional about his abilities, and makes mad accusations. His bête noire is Detective Harrison, the city cop sent to investigate. Ronnie thinks he could be an officer, thinks he stands a chance with Brandi, and slowly loses his self control. Will reality set in? What about redemption? Written by
During the filming of a fight scene, Seth Rogen broke a stunt man's nose by accidentally hitting him in the face for real. See more »
When Ronnie is doing his monologue in the background when he's looking at himself in the mirror (right after the bench press scene), it is obvious there is a different person looking into the bogus mirror because his body movements are not consistent with his reflection. See more »
I know it's hard, but try to look on the bright side. You may not be the smartest person in the world, but you're... handsome from certain angles and you're... More importantly, you've got dreams inside of you and dreams make you special. And no matter what the world, um, throws at you, uh, they - it can never take your dreams away.
What are you talking about, Mom?
I don't know, I'm drunk.
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I can't believe I actually watched it until the end.
This is by far the most ridiculous movie I have seen so far this year. It was far more episodic than even an Apatow film - if one could imagine such a scatter-shot 'script' making it to production - and even less engaging. Poorly written, with an extended, tedious scene wherein the mall cop and the his nemesis exchange the f-bomb well past the point where it may have been funny in any juvenile sense, and pound nail after nail into the coffin of the feeble, impotent exchange. Unforgivable are the wild, erratic shifts in tone throughout the acts, beginning as a low-brow comedy about a dim-witted mall cop who's intent on capturing a streaker, and by the third act the tone shifts randomly between witnessing random acts of brutality to having a slow-motion chase through the mall with a fat man with his junk swinging around. If the film had been clear in it's tone it might have been less grating, but as it stands it is a complete misfire of poorly directed, miscast, and ill-paced scenes held together by the flimsiest of plots, with one of the worst denouements I have ever seen. Do yourself a huge favour and go out and rent Taxi Driver instead - a film classic that deserves to be paid homage to, but not in the way that the director of Observe and Report did.
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