... this falls well short of the Buffy-level resonances at which [Harlin] was presumably aiming.

Flying scenes, frat-boy face-offs and pyrotechnic punch-ups are punctuated by excruciating expository dialogue.

Director Renny Harlin helms like a bat out of hell, and obviously doesn't know a pentagram from a mammogram.

It's mind-boggling to me that a movie this stupid resists the urge to be fun at every single turn.