With How to Make a Killing, Powell, who has thus far coasted on impeccable bone structure and affable cheesiness -- he always seems to be on the brink of winking at the camera and pulling finger guns -- may have finally run out of momentum.

Despite an excellent turn from Margaret Qualley and one or two semi-satisfying murders, How to Make a Killing rarely manages to raise a pulse.

You would be so much better off watching the original.

How to Make a Killing should be a feast of dark humor. Instead, it ends up being a film that dies long before its victims. [Full review in Spanish]