Every Last One of Them

If only Michael Madsen had turned up in a Richard Dreyfuss film, rather than the other way around… Low-grade, trashy action nonsense is only rudimentarily competent – the muddy screenplay makes everything more baffling and confusing than it needs to (especially with regards to character relationships); you keep hoping the film is going to go over the top into wretched emotional excess which might have at least been derisory fun. Pretty dire, especially for fans of an ever-hammy Dreyfuss.