Don Mogavero wrote and starred in this film. He's a non-descript non-actor but somehow convinced or bent the producer's arm to take the lead in this movie. Therefore you get a slight b-film that becomes laughable. Not that even a top quality actor could save this film, but at least a mediocre Swayze or Lou Diamond Phillips could have kept this thing slickly entertaining. As it is you're taken out of the film every time Mogavero utters his lines, plodding through his own script like an accountant bored with his job. Thankfully the delightful Olivia Burnette is on screen to make him and the film better than it would otherwise be if an equally non-descript actress were cast in the part. And Brion James and Everett McGill help as well. But back to Mogavero: he wrote it and it makes no better sense than his playing the lead in it. He never writes the Burnette character properly. She chases after his thief character and sticks around him without motivation. His character accepts her knowing immediately who he is even after all his speechifying earlier about leaving no clues behind about his identity. Oh, and he also goes on about the "master thief has a reverence for human life and avoids killing at all costs" then later goes out of his way to kill the sheriff. And the best thing of all in this vanity film is to see Mogavero include scenes of himself as an action hero knocking people out like he's some kind of Steven Seagal. Don't waste your time on this unless you're a fan of Olivia Burnette.
