A textbook example of producers utterly failing at their central responsibility - to support, nurture and focus unruly talent. After a promising debut, Kelly squanders his potential by chanelling David Lynch at his most comically unhinged. The problem is that while Lynch has a sense of humour, Kelley evidently does not (but thank God for the charismatic mugging of the Rock). While it certainly begs for repeated viewings, it doesn't warrant them. And yes, the film bristles with ideas (albeit of the half-baked variety), it ultimately fails as a satire. I'm willing to admit that it may work better as a comic book, but ultimately, l'll have to agree with Jonathan Rosenbaum on its effectiveness: you can't be political and willfully incoherent at the same time.
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