Cold Blood

It's not much of a mystery and it's not particularly thrilling.

Nobody should have to sit through junk like this, even in summer, and I don't know anyone who will.

Generic, character-deficient and lacking in suspense or thrills, "Cold Blood" never kicks into gear.

[V]iewers are more likely to identify with the cop's solitary goldfish, gazing out at a world that's both familiar and incomprehensible.

Cold Blood isn't so much hysterically awful as simply lifeless.

A dumbed and watered-down version of better, similar movies Reno has done before, especially Besson favorites like La Femme Nikita and Leon: The Professional.

Reno does his best with this sorry material, and he manages to milk a few good moments; overall the cast is good but there is only so much they and Reno can do with this sloppily cobbled together story.

A lonely girl searched in vain for the warm heart of a cold billionaire father, only to find that warm heart at the core of a cold-blooded assassin. Great premise, shoddy delivery.

An uninspired script and meaningless dialogue fill space while the viewer hopes for one of Henry's ice bullets to the head.

Cold Blood just falls flat. Secrets should be shocking, unpredictable, and strongly impact the story. Here they're predictable and lacks cleverness in discovering everyone's true identities and motives.