Mindhunters

It was supposed to open in the spring of 2003, but they kept pushing back the release date. They should have kept pushing.

Evidently, these young FBI geniuses were just on a collective undercover assignment to infiltrate the Melrose Avenue club scene, because their disguise consists of half-grown (or half-ungrown) beards, shaggy hair, [and] insouciant wisecracking attitudes.

As effective as a movie can be and yet still be 100 percent forgettable.

It didn't take much mental power to come up with the plot.

The illogic of the situation is so extreme that the final confrontation plays like an afterthought.

[Miller's accent] isn't Sir Michael Caine in Hurry Sundown bad -- still the worst Southern accent ever attempted by a future Oscar winner and knight. But it's awful enough to call attention to itself in the middle of a movie smothered in awfulness.

Excessive violence, hysterical directorial overkill and a cast of mostly glamorous non-actors make this relatively short film seem much longer than it really is.

There's nothing particularly deep about this film -- and Harlin's efforts to jazz things up do occasionally go over-the-top.

...for all its pseudo logic, Mindhunters is just as implausible as any Halloween sequel.

Its every brain-dead move is designed to cover up the implausible story's beehive of inconsistencies.

A cool, scrappy B movie with no pretentions

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