During a routine prison work detail, convict Piper is chained to Dodge, a cyberhacker, when gunfire breaks out. Apparently, the attack is related to stolen money that the Mafia is after, and some computer files that somebody wants desperately to bury. The pair, who don't exactly enjoy each other's company, escape and must work together if they are to reach Atlanta alive. Luckily, they meet a woman who may be willing to help them.
“The Express” is an honorable example of a tried-and-true formula, aimed at a large cross-section of the moviegoing public: people who love football and hate racism.
2008-10-09 | A. O. SCOTT | Read the New York Times Review of The Express
Gene Hackman and Dustin Hoffman have never shared the screen before, as they do in this latest film adaptation of a paranoiac John Grisham courtroom potboiler. Yet, something feels familiar about the picture — Mr. Hackman has played this grubby-souled, hand-tailored heart of modern corruption before, and in a previous Grisham adaptation: "The Firm." This time, he's a slick jury consultant named Rankin Fitch who employs ruthless tactics to empanel a jury that will best service his client. And like "The Firm," the schematic crassness of the narrative provides an actor the opportunity to deliver some fine work. John Cusack gives one of his wiliest performances in some time, and one of his most adult, as the aging slacker who is drafted into jury duty. Apparently, the writers realize there's not much to be done with the boilerplate narrative, which involves the machinations of the jury that Fitch is laboring to bend to his own will. (Mr. Hoffman is the endearing plaintiff attorney.) You may end up wishing that the actors had found a less needlessly showoffy picture to practice their craft. Especially since half the time, they're filmed as if they were in the director's way. Gary Fleder tries to boldface his assets, though in doing so, he undermines the picture; he stages "Jury" as if it were an episode of "CSI." — Elvis Mitchell
2003-10-17 | Elvis Mitchell | Read the New York Times Review of Runaway Jury
In this exhausting, incoherent thriller, Michael Douglas plays Nathan Conrad, a Manhattan psychiatrist whose young daughter is kidnapped by a sadistic band of jewel thieves. The ransom they demand is the intensive treatment of a mentally ill young woman who has a piece of information they need to recover a ruby they stole 10 years earlier, and which the young woman's father, one of their accomplices, snatched away from them. Adding to the confusion is a tough, sexy homicide detective (Jennifer Esposito) whose investigation of a series of murders leads her to Dr. Conrad. The movie is as over-elaborate as the criminals' scheme, and similarly doomed, from the outset, to fail. - A. O. Scott
2001-09-28 | A. O. Scott | Read the New York Times Review of Don't Say A Word
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