I can see where Tony Giglio wanted to take this good cop/bad cop thriller, with Snipes as the baddie who introduces the chaos theory — a series of seemingly unrelated events which from a distance form a pattern and meaning. All very well and good if the viewer actually cares why a crazy man holds up a bank, stealing apparently nothing, taking only one life, his only demand that bad cop, disgraced and previously suspended Detective Quentin Conners (Statham), takes on the case
Captain Martin Jenkins (Czerny) assigns rookie Detective Shane Decker (Philippe) as his partner. Philippe bringing the brains, as son of a revered ‘genius’ cop who died in the line of duty when Decker was 12, and Statham the experience, to a seemingly meaningless crime. The first two thirds of the film are all but plotless, while the final third has so many twists and turns — I’m not sure I entirely kept up. However, a predictable bit of killing-off of one of the main characters gave away far too early what could have been a shock ending, but ended up being the final disappointment to an altogether rubbish movie.
Poor old Ryan Phillippe did his best with a faltering and predictable script, trying his best to make good of the most terrible chase scene in history. Commandeering a Harley Davidson in pursuit of a bad-guy, Phillippe hilariously takes time to secure his safety helmet before setting off, then leisurely pursues said truck-bound baddie before falling off on a corner. Literally car-crash viewing. Snipes is the kind of sharply-dressed baddie who wears a top hat and walks faster than his cop pursuers can run, and Statham plays, well, himself. At one point almost everyone has been shot, but bizarrely always in the upper arm, and never badly enough to actually impede them. I wonder if baddies in America have grown a conscience and simply started using BB-guns? Unbelievable and unlikeable characters abound as Statham’s love interest, Detective Teddy Galloway (Waddell), is fickle and tepid, and a sleezy forensic expert with her eye on Phillippe is downright laughable in her over-the-top innuendo to bed the fresh-faced cop.
Laced with cheese synonymous with detective movies throughout history such as ‘he wasn’t just a better cop, he was a better man’ and ‘you’re a year away from your pension, is this how you wanna go out?!’ this film is only really suitable for Statham/Snipes enthusiasts or perhaps for those who simply enjoy seeing things getting blown up. A terrible, and at times intrusive, soundtrack only made it worse.