A titan of industry is sent to prison after she's caught insider trading. When she emerges ready to rebrand herself as America's latest sweetheart, not everyone she screwed over is so quick to forgive and forget.
Following a ghost invasion of Manhattan, paranormal enthusiasts Erin Gilbert and Abby Yates, nuclear engineer Jillian Holtzmann, and subway worker Patty Tolan band together to stop the otherworldly threat.
Sarah Ashburn, an FBI agent, is extremely ambitious and has her eye on a promotion, but she doesn't get along with her co-workers. She is sent to Boston to uncover the identity of an elusive drug lord, Mr. Larkin, by tracking down his proxy, Rojas, and is told that she'll have a good shot at the promotion if she finds Larkin. When she arrives in Boston, she learns that Larkin has been eliminating his competition and taking over their operations. She learns that Rojas is in Boston PD custody and goes to see him to ask him what he knows about Larkin, but is warned that the cop who arrested Rojas, Shannon Mullins, is very territorial, and she is not exactly sociable. When the two meet they don't get along. When Mullins learns why Ashburn is in Boston, she decides to find Larkin herself. Ashburn is told by her boss to work with Mullins, but it won't be easy because Ashburn does things by the book while Mullins does things her way.Written by
After the cerebral and symbolic beauty that was Gravity, Sandra must have been looking for something lighter. But this is positively wafer thin. Firstly, I must relate that American humor can be exceedingly moronic and banal. In this case, I'm referring to the stout lass in the movie who is mocking her boss' genitalia in front of the whole police department. At this point I gave up, cradling my head in abject shame, cringing. Even my fifteen year-old nephew got tired of the cheap attempts at comedy. Utterly juvenile, lacking in irony or class. It puts me in mind of the mindless efforts from Kevin James, Vince Vaughan and the Will Ferrel gang. Utterly devoid, and aimed at a very (VERY) low intellect. Anchorman 2....need I say more? If you like you humor dry and cutting, avoid this like the plague. And who ever thought that the big girl opposite Sandra could act? Oh dear. Embarrassing. Sandra out-classed this creature without even trying. Saying "F*CK" every two seconds does not constitute characterization. Scarface did it beautifully and almost artfully, but her...no way did this succeed. How do movies like this get made? Transport me back to the Eighties. Why? Because almost every movie from that era has been remade. They got it right the first time. Leave them alone.
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