A drug deal goes bad, leaving bodies. A sheriff shoots his deputy for the money and a wounded amnesiac shoots the sheriff and escapes with $3,000,000. DEA investigates as does the drug lord dad of the dead deputy.
Brian Barnes (Johnny Messner) wakes up in the desert wounded and with no memory and no idea why he's surrounded by eight bodies, a van with four million in cash and a van full of cocaine. Brian is pursued by not only notorious drug lord Danny Perez (Danny Trejo) who desperately want his money back, and DEA Agent Rooker (Dolph Lundgren), but also a by the corrupt Sheriff Olson (Michael Pare) who will stop at nothing to get his hand on the new found fortune. On the run, Brian discovers the more he remembers the less he wants to know about who he really is.Written by
For the first five minutes the movie, which thinks it has clever title, it might look decent with cool visual and noir vibe, then it literally falls apart with every following scenes. The plot makes little sense, the acting consist of the males trying to be as comically macho as possible while the ladies seem like they're auditioning for porn intro. The action is on another league of laughably bad with abundance of cheap and silly effects.
Story follows many different characters, who the movie introduces with amateur imitation of Tarantino style. The multi-perspective immediately falters with poor logic and overly convenient melodramatic subplots. One scene has Danny Trejo performing dramatic monologue like he's in telenovela. It tries to string together several agendas with climatic twist only to end up with severe inconsistency.
Normally, I wouldn't nitpick much about acting, but it has one of the most absurd performances even on B-movie standard. Natassia Malthe as Christine is utterly bizarre. It's like she's under the influence of anesthetic or laughing gas from dentist and trying to resist the effect during filming. Her expressions are forced and just unnaturally disrupting on almost every scenes she's in.
Most of the men are rough agents or rougher antagonists. Danny Trejo alone should suffice for gruff character, but here everyone grunt, swear and try to look humorously manly as though they are on Marlboro commercial. The ladies are painfully over acted. It doesn't matter who the character is, every girl winks or flirts, sometimes directly to the camera. I'm surprised they didn't just suck lollipop and moan instead of delivering their lines.
Action is all kinds of bad. It makes mid-tier Bollywood movies look like Oscar material for choreography. Punches and kicks miss while baddies fly across the room. Everyone is trigger happy, literally shooting anyone without little to no provocation, but they lack the self-preservation instinct to take cover. Then we have the crappy slow-mo with flare effect painted on the gun. It's mesmerizingly bad.
If there's any shining light on this black mess, it's that Johnny Messner as the lead Brian is not bad. He brings effort for his character and he would've been a more decent lead if given the right material. Dolph Lundgren is also pretty good, most of the revelation hinges on him and he did try. Still, the problem with original material persists, they just seems underutilized here.
There are a lot flaws, either in writing or choreography, yet the movie pretends they don't exist and continue to play western music or some macho gibberish. It honestly looks like spoof of action, but I fear it actually tries to be gritty. In that case, one should still view it as parody for more amusement or simply forget it entirely.
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