Ack.Sylvester Stallone seems more intent on showing off unnatural-looking muscles than acting, and Sharon Stone seems content to take off her clothes. Again.
Ack, I say.
Sly's the specialist in question. A hitman. Stone's looking to have members of Rod Stieger's family killed for some injustice he caused her when he was younger (he - or some of his men, it doesn't really matter - killed her family). She hires Sly from the internet, but he won't do it. They fall for each other. They have sex in a shower. She doublecrosses him. James Woods acts creepy. Stone and Stallone get back together and blow shit up. The End.
Ack, again, I say.
Wooden acting from the two leads, and Steiger does some bizarre, untraceable accent. Certainly not the best work of anyone involved. And how in the hell does Eric Roberts keep getting work?It's lame. Devoid of suspense and action.