Morrissey gives a good impersonation of a lobotomised Liam Neeson: possibly the only way to play a character dead from the script upwards.

Poor Sharon Stone. She's still big; it's the erotic thrillers that got small.

This is psychoanalytic fable rewritten as pulp fiction. Perhaps that's why it's so ludicrously entertaining.

...settles for a downgraded remake of the first film...