Reviews

This is an altogether unimpressive show. The main premise is thin and old, and the whole thing smacks of a desperate knock-off of "The Shield." A task force composed of such "unbelievable" choices as ATF, FBI, DEA, and the LAPD is charged with bringing to justice the top 100 L.A.'s most wanted criminals. Oooooh. The "superhero team" approach to story building is tiring and tired.

No matter how much they try, the producers are still padding the characters with the plot, instead of making them secondary to it.

In that regard, there is a reason that Law and Order stayed on the air for 15 seasons--it was the first, it was the best, and it stays that way. Everybody else needs to just stop trying to copy.

If I were to fall asleep in my bed tonight and wake up tomorrow morning to a sound beating in a prison cell somewhere in Turkmenistan, I would consider my circumstances more believable than the fact that I had to actually sit through this piece of drivel. I am a staunch proponent of the public's right to expression in art, but movies such as this really make me seriously question my own convictions.

The story line (if you can even find one), is indicative of either a severe lack of writing talent or a recent depletion of whatever medication was prescribed to the author of the screenplay. The interview sequences were fairly OK, but then again, how can you screw up filming an interview, anyway? Especially an interview with a bronze statue.

The main characters (Liza and Ian) are just a couple of real post-modern literary rebels. Liza's character (and acting) conveys an air of someone ready to head for the mountains and join an armed cult, and when he is not being the only one taking this "project" somewhat seriously, poor Ian looks like he would rather be anywhere else but on the set.

I don't know what was more disturbing--the haphazardly thrown-in half-naked scenes, or the kissing scene (which looked more like Liza trying hard to give a disgustedly unwilling Ian a demonstration of standing CPR).

And who in the heck is this Ron Shapiro, anyway? His significance in the story simply eluded me, pretty much like the story itself. And I was paying attention, believe me. It was impossible not to, when something is quite as bad as this.

"But, is there anything about the movie itself that you could have written?" Answer: This was a movie? It looked more like an exercise in remembering how to operate filming equipment. Trust me, watching the grass grow has more meaning in it than this waste of a DVD-R.

Good grief, I can't believe I actually saw it.