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Never paid a cent to see Diesel....
Thanks, Joe.
I won't waste my time on this one either.
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I saw the film Friday afternoon. It's fairly efficient bang-bang stuff; mindless fun while it's on but it has a repeat viewing value of zero and most of it has already seeped from my memory. Bits of Anne Dudley's score did occasionally strike me while viewing the movie, but I'm not surprised that there hasn't been a CD released.
NP: THE SIXTH SENSE (James Newton Howard)
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From Luke Y. Thompson's review of A MAN APART:
Sean soon tells us, via voice-over once more, that he's not your typical cop: He doesn't look or act like one, and doesn't even hang out with them. None of which explains why he shows up in plainclothes to high-five his partners at a police press conference, or holds a party at his house to which he invites all his colleagues in their offical "DEA" logo caps. What it does explain, presumably, is how the bad guys find his house with ease and bust some shots off. Sean's wife (Jacqueline Obradors, with whom Diesel has zero chemistry) doesn't die immediately--she gives a final monologue so distracting that it prevents Sean from uttering the simple word "ambulance" to the 911 operator he's just called. Yeah, better to listen to your mortally wounded wife ramble on rather than demand medical attention that might just save her.
Sean mourns his wife by smoking and drinking from those tiny liquor bottles you find on airplanes. Meanwhile, a mysterious figure known only as Diablo is going around carving his initials in junkies' backs and starting up a brand-new cocaine cartel. This same Diablo is apparently the one behind the death of Sean's wife, as well as the death of the wife of the imprisoned Memo. Sean proceeds to meet Memo several times in prison to get cryptic advice, sort of like in THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS, only not interesting. When he's not trying to be a big dumb bald-headed Jodie Foster, Sean keeps busy by shooting drug dealers, threatening to shoot them, or beating them to bloody pulps. One or two scenes are entertaining; they only serve to get your hopes up needlessly.
http://www.clevescene.com/issues/2003-04-02/film.html/1/index.html
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