All-sizzle, no-substance.

The longer Domino lasts the more annoying it becomes, everything coming to a head in a fetishistic orgy of bloody babes and bullets that's sure to go down as a Maxim reader's wet dream.

The film story becomes captive to its own hyperkineticism.

An attempt to make a crime caper as tricked up as, say, Pulp Fiction or Get Shorty, but it’s an unholy mess.