Collide

Hoult and Jones are unable to breathe much life into their bland characters, and it's ultimately sad to watch the former Hannibal Lecter and Gandhi reduced to playing silly, tough-guy caricatures.

Unexceptional, a hodgepodge of corny voice-over and repetitive, anticlimactic plotting, with Hoult and Jones miscast as a couple of party-hardy American expats.

The kind of low-rent action movie that only exists because everybody involved knew that nobody in the Western world would ever see it.

I don't subscribe to the notion that a piece of art shows its entire hand within its first ten minutes, but director Eran Creevy's third feature doesn't inspire a whole lot of confidence with its bland introduction.

A flatly earnest Hoult and Jones are hamstrung by drippy dialogue, while Kingsley and Hopkins overplay their more colorful parts - with the former doing a cartoonish Turkish accent and the latter delivering lines with strange emphasis.

Hand-in-hand with its bleeding-heart nature, Collide has the ballsy idea of making a serious action movie about a fool in love, but that just becomes one of its many bungled stunts.

The paraphernalia that emanates from the scenes of action and persecution are a tactic that does not solve the arguments of Collide. [Full review in Spanish]

While a dyed-blonde Jones does gamely with another thinly-sketched role, the real fun of [the film] is watching Kingsley and Hopkins deliver two of the more off-kilter performances of their careers.

Collide layers uninspired dialogue on top of a poorly thought-out plot, resulting in a forgettable disappointment of a movie.

Collide isn't bad so much as it is a routine, but it could have been a romp.

In the end, Collide is a cheap genre product produced with an eye on foreign market box office. Wake me when Dominic Toretto torques his way into Havana.

Collide reminds me of the aftermath from a multiple car pile up on the expressway.