This battlefront thriller has a clearer moral sense than other cinematic attempts to cope with the War on Terror.
There’s a strategy and queasy logic guiding the film’s half-baked scenario.
Rob Reiner’s sloppy, episodic direction dwells on neither the emotion nor the mortality that would think would be impossible to screw up.
The film could have easily been titled Dead Roman’s Club had its makers wanted to be a little more accurate.