Perfect Title or "I Want My Money Back"
Caruso and Cage get to plumb the shallows of their one-dimensional personalities in this vortex of suck of a movie. If it were not for the fact than neither of these two flyweights has any real talent, you could almost blame the director for the whole mess. Lucky for him the the two lead roles do their share of help scuttle this sad excuse of a film.
For some reason they recruited Sam Jackson; probably on the mistaken belief that his mere presence would add substance to this toilet-tissue excuse for a flick. A stone skipping across a still body of water would offer more substance for the viewer than this movie.
There aren't enough negative adjectives to describe the vacuousness of this film and still stay within the guidelines of review guidelines.
Do yourself a favor and go to see your local theater group instead. The tickets may be a few bucks more, but they could use the money and the acting will probably be at least as good, if not better.