the same old song and dance . . . . .

Rating: Null/10 (11 November 2002)

Let's see.....a tough story about urban cops trying to cope with life on the streets of the big city.....throw in a handful of rap musicians as really bad dudes, add a dreary soundtrack of rap tunes (how did this form of noise manage to last this long?) that is little more than monotonic profanity, season with dialogue that is pure profanity (a night at the movies these days sounds like another day at the factory for me), top with some "artistic" shots of the sprawling metropolis in the long shadows of a fading summer sun.....and this is what we call a good movie?!?!? Three hundred rounds of gunfire spread over fifteen minutes, and the sirens don't begin until the scene is over. Did the squad cars come from San Francisco? God, this movie was boring. And such a dramatic finish: right out of the WWE school of drama, that is. I have enjoyed Denzel Washington every time I have seen him, but they gave him an award for this? His entire range of emotion was nothing more than arrogance, how hard can that be? Writing about it just reminds me of it, so I think I'll relieve myself of further tedium. Save yourselves some money: watch either Law & Order (for realism), or T.J. Hooker re-runs so you won't find yourself taking your entertainment too seriously.