Believe it or not, there’s an interesting idea lurking inside Dead Heat.
Though not quite as callous as Bless the Child and Stigmata, Gore Verbinski’s anti-art film has been similarly put together with attention-deficit disorder.
Don’t bother with this one unless you haven’t seen the same film repackaged as Bad Company and The Sum of all Fears.
Typical of Hollywood terrorist schlock, there are equal measures of spurious, paperback discourse and unique torture mechanisms.