The Bombs: Ballistic: Ecks vs. Sever (2002)
It's Febuary 27th, and I feel like I'm on a bit of a movie-watching roll. Almost a movie every other day. Unfortunately the only Netflix movie on hand is Breaking Away, which I'm saving to rewatch with my wife, who is away for the evening. So I head down to the local video store looking for a movie my wife doesn't want to see and that's on DVD but NOT presented in Yokelvision (my new term for pan-and-scan - please help me spread the meme). The choices are limited. I narrow it down to the new Count of Monte Cristo movie and this one, the jaw-breakingly titled Ballistic: Ecks vs. Sever. I like Lucy Liu, I like Antonio Banderas, what's the worst that could happen? I almost put it down when I notice it's directed by a guy Princeishly named "Kaos". Kaos? I'm going to assume that's pronounced "chaos", but I must remember to ask my linguist friend if a case could be made for pronouncing it "cows". Anyway, I pick up the movie by the Director-Soon-To-Be-Known-As-The-Director-Formerly-Known-As-Kaos and go home with a slight limp, undoubtedly brought on by my subconscious knowledge that I've shot myself in the cinematic foot.
My subconscious was right. At least there was one stunt where I wondered "wow, I wonder how they did that!?" But that's the only good thing I can say about the movie.