Robert Luketic’s supposedly down-and-dirty corporate espionage thriller undercuts itself at nearly every turn by shunning any potential relevancy.
21, in which Kevin Spacey lecherously sizes up a line of female strippers at a Vegas casino, now serves as the greatest testament to the man’s talent as an actor.
I don’t know how much money Jennifer Lopez’s character makes temping, but the Melrose Place-style apartment complex she calls home looks like a million dollars.
