The film's goofy structure makes it much wackier than most crime comedies, although it's shot in a colour-drained style that suggests something far grittier. If only. This is pure silliness from start to finish, in which even the few characters who die are the butts of a bad joke. While Bradshaw directs with some style, he and the cast are left stranded by all the clunky dialog, lame plotting and seriously unfunny gags. Despite all this, the actors are relatively watchable. Wahlberg and Forlani do their best with their deeply underdeveloped romance; Dunbar is fine as the hapless smart guy caught up in something truly stupid; Rapaport, Postlethwaite, Plummer, and so on, are all fine. Morrissey, however, seems to think he's still in Men Behaving Badly, mugging shamelessly in most scenes and overplaying everything. Since he's at the centre of the ensemble, this is a big problem! And it doesn't help that there's not a likeable character here ... simply because screenwriter Johnston didn't bother to actually write any characters into the film. And without real characters, a farce can't work at all.