Memory

I wish I could forget it!

Most of it is a serviceable mishmash of violence, sketchily written backstories to provide characters with motivation, corruption, bureaucratic politics and Neeson doing what he does best -- cleansing the world with a gun and righteous rage.

One of our most powerful actors is again wasting his time on the kind of half-baked thriller Charles Bronson used to crank out with depressing regularity during the waning days of his career.

The whole thing is so wrapped in leaden dialogue and B-movie cliché that by the last weary, bloodletting hour, you'll envy Alex's ability to forget.

For Neeson, whose recent work has trended toward the "geezer teasers" that ensnared stars like Bruce Willis and John Travolta, the diminished memory device feels like an uncomfortable metaphor for a career on the wane.

In the end, Memory’s greatest asset might be that it knows exactly what it is — a fun combination of sleazoid action and surprising emotion. It’s the best kind of B-movie.

When it comes to his thriller outings, autopilot is the only speed he [Neeson] has.

The unnecessarily convoluted psychological thriller “Memory” proves two things: 1) That Liam Neeson, when he wants to, can really act&#59; and, 2) that Liam Neeson acting doesn’t mesh well with Liam Neeson being an action star.

It is a Liam Neeson movie, no more no less - it is a Liam Neeson movie.

... Lots of fights, lots of chases, lots of bullets, lots of death. Lots of lots. [Full review in Spanish]