It was supposed to open in the spring of 2003, but they kept pushing back the release date. They should have kept pushing.

Evidently, these young FBI geniuses were just on a collective undercover assignment to infiltrate the Melrose Avenue club scene, because their disguise consists of half-grown (or half-ungrown) beards, shaggy hair, [and] insouciant wisecracking attitudes.

As effective as a movie can be and yet still be 100 percent forgettable.

A silly retread of And Then There Were None only with the most inept crew of budding profilers. Morris is bland and Lee Miller's accent is atrocious, but the deaths are solid. Mindhunters isn't a good movie, but it is a fun movie.