The arrangement works, however Garza is injured and set in custody for his complicity in the jail break. Helped by his thoughtful commander, Garza figures out how to escape and crosses the outskirt to San Diego looking for the “Bookkeeper” (Pollak) who holds the way to Santos’ millions and could prompt his catch. Along the way, he reluctantly unites with Vic (Morgan), a 17-year-old geeky and overweight PC programmer. Cleverness does not follow.
The perpetually convoluted plot highlights enough treacheries, deceives and contorts to fuel a whole period of a NBC wrongdoing arrangement. The bunch shootouts, fistfights and auto pursues, none of them organized with any fervor, are consolidated with childish, indecent stiflers including a graphically rendered delineation of gastrointestinal misery and a Weekend at Bernie’s-style carcass joke (credit is given, at any rate). Consolidate that with a faltering hitman, a lowlife dressed as a comedian and a gunfight scored to Edith Piaf, and you have a truly hysterical, yet never entertaining, misuse film.