Written and directed by testosterone junkie Walter Hill - who's been on a career nosedive of recent with flops such as "Supernova," "Last Man Standing" and "Wild Bill" after starting off with such promise helming "The Warriors" and "48 Hours" - and stemming from a script he co-wrote with previous collaborator David Giler ("Alien 3," "The Money Pit"), the film offers no surprises.
But the picture doesn't have the depth and raw mournfulness of one of Hill's best movies, 1992's "Trespass"; nor does it have much of the freewheeling style of another one of his great B movies, "The Warriors" (1979).
The man behind the gang drama “The Warriors” and the urban comedy “48 Hrs” is a man who knows about street talk and testosterone-influenced situations.
Veteran genre director Walter Hill ( The Warriors , Streets of Fire) accomplishes something new by building up the villain as a rich, fully-rounded character and stripping the hero down to a mysterious Clint Eastwood-like cipher.
But like Hill's underestimated Trespass and Johnny Handsome or his lauded The Warriors, beneath the veneer of an expert, somewhat gritty film noir redux lurks a strong social conscience and a canny visual storyteller.
Over the last couple decades, Hill has produced a plethora of notable gems such as Streets of Fire , 48 Hours, The Warriors , and Southern Comfort .