Here is a classified 'Indie' movie, that nearly stars Jason Alexander amidst a dozen other acting classified ads that have the cohesion of dogs meeting at a park. However, some manage to sustain interest in their performance for a certain melodramatic harpsichord and despite being leashed around through piles of right doo. Too clustered to be considered a B-movie (or realistic D-movie if you will), there is an eccentric, inebriated sway to the nature of seriousness to the plot, which consists of horribly stereotyped themes from 80's cop-movie paced action, single-lady romance novels, and a stab at the 90's harmony of Friends. Also Jason Alexander's acting is in it, and his performance, and occasionally those of others are only the efforts of the man trying to push the boulder up the hill. It is such that will stimulate you to punch through the tacky icons, and the instability that wavers throughout every act of this brooding play.
Ultimately, it becomes its own self-fulfilling storyline, leaving you wishing that the phony Russian mobster just whacked Jason at the beginning, putting him out of the miserable mistake he made with this movie in good valor. Cinematically distressing enough to make me register to write this review, as it is just not fair that movies like this have to be made. The only consideration it deserves as "Indie" is by means of fiscally-latrined pictures that are the conglomerate. Not worth it, unless you are in the producer's classroom vying for a gold star by your comments.
