When the day comes for me to wither and wheeze and die in a derelict nursing home surrounded by feeding tubes and oxygen tanks, I shall not regret the fact that I watched the hypnotically entertaining 2002 Mario Lopez thriller “Outta Time
” (aka “The Courier”) on a wondrously sunny June afternoon while nursing a bottle of diet soda. Did I expect to adore this goofy little picture as much as I currently do? Of course not. I anticipated a few laughs, a handful of campy fight scenes, and, perhaps, the sinking sensation that I had, in fact, wasted yet another 90 minutes of my life watching mindless cinema in a dimly lit room. In addition to contributing greatly to my cellar dweller complexion, “Outta Time
” provided yours truly with enough chewy goodness for me declare it a success, though I’m almost positive that few will agree with this bold, unorthodox sentiment.