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This is badly written with a disjointed story, mostly bad performances and worse dialogue. Nicknames like The Brit, The Babe, The Badass, The Brawn, The Brains make me think the writer stopped reading the dictionary after the letter B.

The story is about a crew of criminals whose leader The Brit played by Luke Goss is released after 5 years in jail. There is a lot of cartel money that went missing years ago and The Brit and his crew want it as does the cartel boss. A disgraced sheriff Tucker played by Val Kilmer wants to stop them. There are also some corrupt ex-DEA agents and the obligatory twist that means and adds nothing in this case.

The effects in this movie are terrible especially the little puffs of smoke indicating gunshots and blood spray that indicates someone has been shot. The dubbing of Val Kilmer sounds absolutely nothing like him. It is understandable though given the health issues and throat operations he had.

The terrible dialogue, references to influencers, and other pop culture phenomenon mixed with some nudity and vulgarity seem to be there to make the movie appealing but if anything they make it more appalling then anything else. Overall Kilmer and Goss both deserve better projects. A 2.5 to 3 out of 10. Not worth the time to watch it.

Amateurish would be a compliment. This one is a stinker you would only watch to see Val Kilmer. Val is a shell of a man who spends his entire screen time covering up his neck and delivering lines as though he also has a brain injury. I'm not making fun of him, but I am upset that he was completely wasted on this film. The ENTIRE CAST was absolutely dreadful. The director and the camera work was bizarre. The writers didn't know how to write, the camera guys didn't know how to shoot, the sound team was clueless, the stunts were awful, the effects were completely the worst, the stereotype accents were cringe and the dialogue was hilariously catastrophic. There was nothing redeeming about this film whatsoever. No one even deserves credit for the effort. The only thing going for it, is that it was a better film than Disney Wars: "The Last Jedi "

Brit (Luke Goss ) goes to jail for five years in California for smuggling pot. There are 33 million dollars of cartel money that is missing. Urban legend claims it is buried in the desert. Brit gets back with the gang which consists of Brains (Mike Hatton), Brawn (Paul Sloan), Babe (Murielle Telio), and Badas$ (Veronika Bozeman). Ex-sheriff Bill (Val Kilmer) is after him. Kilmer's real-life daughter plays his screen daughter and was not convincing. Brit has a parole officer (Mirtha Michelle) tag along with him. Her name doesn't begin with the letter "B".

This is a grindhouse light. The big question as were the money is buried isn't answered until the end. It should have been climatic, but wasn't.

Guide: F-word. Brief sex. No nudity.

"I got you". Yup, and I got to see a crime thriller that barely finds the 80-minute mark. Why am I not surprised.

Anyway a chrome domed, criminal mastermind gets out of jail. After checking in with his parole officer, he gathers his old crew to find buried money that was left over from an unsuccessful DEA run in. That's the layout of the scorched, strewed, and dopey Paydirt (my latest review).

Paydirt, with its Brian A. Miller-style shootouts, its twists that feel too built-in, and its "beam me up, Scotty" locales between California and Mexico, is yet another flick where the characters talk tough while acting like complete morons.

Part Guy Ritchie, part Smokin' Aces, and part Ocean's Eleven (all the bad parts mind you), the film has a nifty title and a decent amount of screen presence from star Luke Goss. Other than that, Paydirt can't really "hit" anything.

Paydirt is directed by an actual restaurateur (Christian Sesma) and features co-star Val Kilmer having his lines dubbed due to his current bout with throat cancer (get well Val). Sesma gives Paydirt the usual direct-to-video look coupled with binding flashbacks and freeze-frame title cards.

Sesma's script (if that's what you wanna call it) causes his lofty actors to childishly banter. They come off like tooled eighth graders. The phrase "game-time" is said numerous times in Paydirt and while it doesn't receive drinking game status, it's still pretty annoying.

I said earlier that Paydirt has the elements of stuff akin to directors Ritchie, Joe Carnahan, and Steven Soderbergh. The problem is that Christian Sesma riffs on them without having a true voice of his own. As an ego tripper via writer, producer, and helmer, his film-making style is shine on shine without "paying" it forward. There's no "reward" here from watching Paydirt.