Ryan Phillippe more or less reliably speaks his lines aloud in this bizarre, inexplicable production.
This film ambitiously attempts to meld a desperately stretched social justice revenge flick with an absolutely nonsensical drug heist crime flick, applying all the formidable knowledge and experience of a high school film class to the endeavor. Jim Gaffigan was apparently lost in the vicinity while they were shooting.
The resulting "thriller" is nearly unwatchable as such, eschewing traditional notions of pace and tone in favor of a straightforward series of scenes, presented neatly and entirely devoid of emotional substance. There are brief moments where it nearly finds comedic legs, awkwardly lurching through through the stilted dialogue, but the tragic absence of subtlety looming over the film makes it all too clear - they never meant for it to be funny.
