The story opens in Berlin where Louis Salinger (Clive Owen) learns that his partner has been murdered. Suddenly we’re globe-hopping very chic-like worldwide and meeting the players from the Interpol offices and then IBBC, the enemy. Beyond that, and an hour into the movie, the banking plot is so complicated, one has little more to do than focus on the dazzling looks, penetrating eyes and deep voice of Clive Owen even when he’s unshaven, unshowered and covered in blood. That said, as complex a storyline you’ll back-pat yourself for the ability to see every little detail coming a mile away. There are more holes in this movie then the ones being shot into the enemy. We never know Owen’s history, why he’s on a one-man crusade or the fact that a light-weight Assistant District Attorney (Naomi Watts) is part of his plan. Talk about bad casting? You can’t help but wonder which real actress had to bow out on the day of shooting. And now let’s talk about the dialog and the script, because with so much going on in this film, nothing seems to be really happening. That is except for the big shoot-out in the Guggenheim museum that prompted me to finally wake up from my nap. One and a half tiaras and that’s just for Clive’s blue eyes.
