3/10
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Some films are born stupid; some achieve stupidity; some have stupidity thrust upon them. This is all three. Gerard Butler is an ordinary everyday kind of guy who is understandably hacked off when his wife and child are murdered by a pair of scumbags (the cinema kind with extra scum). He is even more pissed off when due to a deal done by the DA's assistant (Jamie Foxx), the chief scumbag is given a lighter sentence. In fact, he's so cheesed off that ten years later he starts taking his revenge.
Intellectually, this is a 20 watt movie, barely giving off enough glow to help us find our seats. The plot is ludicrous beyond belief, while the point of the whole shebang is somewhat more elusive than the proverbial needle. It comes on as a kind of Death Wish initially, but by halfway, we're into the realms of the Totally Barmy, and I can only suggest that unless you're very desperate to see Gerard Butler's chest (picture above to save you the expense), you avoid this like an unexploded car bomb (plot hint).
