Why? I don’t know. Could have been the fact that Al Pacino, starting with his serious downward spiral in Devil’s Advocate, has gotten more than a bit attached to much-too-long monologues and self-righteous one-liners. I admire the camera crew who were able to get all the actors and Pacino’s ego on one screen. Could have been Colin’s ridiculous and continuous brooding looks that have been around since the days of silent films and Rudolph Valentino (and were done much better by Rudy, I might add). Can we have a new facial expression? Could have been that Bridget, who is a very pretty girl, was so skinny it hurt to look at her. She looked like a slightly wider than usual Popsicle stick with two apple seeds filling in for breasts. Very sad. Heck, I don’t know. Could have been preposterous moments such as shooting someone about 228 times, then checking to see if the person is still alive. If you like movies with action, intrigue, strong dialogue, good acting, and a unique flair, don’t go see this. There are so many things I could finger as the culprit, but I haven’t the time. I’ll sum it up by saying this movie comes late in one’s career and early in another’s and it is just shameful that this will become part of their legacies. Did I mention Colin’s dirty fingernails and Al’s yellow teeth? Never mind. You get the point.