Nifty little nail biter in which much of the cast gets blown to bits before the film ends. Doesn't really matter because there isn't one household name there. If you like high tech bombs with winking, blinking countdown devices, this is your film. (Nobody ever explained why the bad guys always wire up 5.95 Walmart digital clocks to their high tech explosives in these things.) However I take strong exception to two aspects. One is the lingering and needlessly explicit humping scene. This is a movie about bombs, people; not sex and handcuffs. If you like kinky sex, you probably don't want to watch things blowing up and if you do like seeing things blown up, you probably consider the bondage and the bonking a distraction. The other is the setting. The film was shot in Vancouver but set in Seattle. If they made the damned thing in Vancouver, why couldn't they have set the action there? When will Canadians demand that our cities stop serving as surrogates for American ones? I think we should demand that the CBC go to New York and use it for a movie about Toronto! Turnabout is fair play and all that...
Review of The Final Cut
