Actor Kevin Spacey made his directorial debut in this uneven crime thriller that has the claustrophobic feel of a play. Matt Dillon, Gary Sinise, and William Fichtner play a trio of robbers who have just pulled a job gone wrong. On the run from the cops, they hide out in a basement bar, where they try to figure out their next move. There's a certain amount of urgency, however, because Sinise, the brains of the outfit, is badly wounded--which means that Fichtner, the group psycho, is allowed to run wild, terrorizing the barflies unlucky enough to be their hostages. As the cops swarm outside the bar--thinking these three are major criminals rather than small potatoes--tensions mount, mostly through misunderstanding. But it's all a lot of talk, not nearly enough of it interesting, that pushes the movie slowly to its inevitable conclusion. --Marshall Fine
Agent Browning, can you shed some light on what's been happening here?
Well, it looks like some goddamn stupid motherf***er has decided to take some poor innocent f***s hostage. Now we've been out here all f***ing night trying to deal with this goddamn situation, but there hasn't been a f***ing break yet. But we're sure as shit hopeful that everyone will be safe, and that we bring this motherf***er, or motherf***ers, as the case may be, to f***ing justice. How's that?