Alternate Title: Pants

This film was so bad it practically defied belief. What started out as a story line involving teleportation and had all the imagination and potential in the world soon got reduced down to the standard high octane chase and shoot ‘em up that has made the US the leading producer of lowest common denominator tripe films it is now infamous for. Throw into the equation a Samuel Jackson typecast in his usual NSA or hero recruiting/chasing role and you have all the ingredients of yet another deja already viewed film you wish you hadn’t.

The best part of this film for me came after an hour, when I finally couldn’t take anymore and teleported myself pronto out of the cinema and into the nearest pub where I proceeded to wash away the taste of this fetid garbage from my palatte.