Nice effects though.

The film's masterful storytelling did its job. The message was clear. No need to overdo.

Great example of an old-fashioned, pure-at-heart escapist event movie that doesn't pretend to be anything that it's not and has boat loads of fun being its own ludicrous self.

One of the worst ways to make a cult movie is to set out to make a cult movie.

This has got to be the worst ever. The directing, writing, acting is below average B ratings. I won't even mention the names of the director and writer as they aren't even worthy of a pan. But the terrible acting is. First off I don't see the magic in David Hasselhoff. I know he's a household name, but why? Because of his personal life, I've no doubt. For as an actor this film shows his talent to the fold. Boring, boring and boring. One expression on his face throughout - duh! He manages to take the terrible dialogue and make it even worse, if that can be believable. Can't see why he works at all. Gregg Henry as the villain comes off a bit better, but that's because he isn't in the film that much and you get enough of him in the beginning. Yvonne Scio as the so-called tramp is a bad Barbie doll and no acting ability. Her scenes are laughable. In fact the chemistry between she and Hasselhoff is just plain empty. Nothing. Nada. And the wifey-poo, played by Sherri Alexander, is a joke. She's not given that much and she manages to louse that up as well. So, please avoid this mess.

Considering his Age, the Hoff looks okay in this hi-tech thriller. Pity the same can't be said for co-star Yvonne Scio. Whilst the former lad's favourite had the poise and certainly injected a bit of much needed glamour, it can hardly be said that the heart was there to match the smile. Indeed, I have seen more elbow grease in a broken elbowed (both elbows) shrew. As for Gregg Henry (Jack Gillardo), I have seen more eroticism in a nervous shrew being watched by his shrew mother. don't get me wrong, the basic premise was good. Erotic terrorist espionage thrillers are far too thin on the ground at the moment. Too thin by five, six. Eight!While it's a shame to see any character, esp. (especially) one played by the Hoff, indulging in extramarital activities (dirty rudeness with sexwomen), I had to enjoy the tastefully shot scenes between Hoff and Scio. He even broke his glasses!The performance of Lane offered little other than the pedestrian titillation of a boy in a man's world. Besides his slight, and less than occasional aversions to the benign, he showed as much individuality as a pack shrew in a field of pack shrews.Basically, whilst the actors tried desperately to make the most of a bad lot, even the Hoff couldn't salvage this dead wreckage.

Watching this movie is a study in frustration. Just when things are going well there is a cheap device to make a transition. Without giving away the ending, it's possible to see the final betrayal of trust several minutes in advance.

This somewhat typical action thriller starts off pretty inauspiciously, dominated by overtones about marital affairs, cheap foul language and banality, and Greg Henry's in-your-face bad guy. The second half serves to partially acquit it as the plot unfolds more and David Hasselhoff, the sucker protagonist, gradually becomes less of a sucker. Altho the pace of the second half is good, we are still waiting for something good, but that happens at the end with a surely unexpected twist. Not much depth but OK as a thriller to rent for an evening.