“I’m a generic name…” states Alan Cumming’s character halfway thru this cliché boresfest. Ya don’t say? I screamed inside my head as I rolled my eyes so far back I was able to check out my own ass.
“Gong dagong badong!” is yet another example of the type of quality dialogue you can expect in this sorry excuse for a script. God, I wish I was kidding. The casual use of racial epithets liberally sprinkled throughout certainly doesn’t do it…