The Misfits

Waiting for it to finish is like sitting bored on a hard plastic chair and then realising your phone has run out of battery but the charger is packed in a suitcase you already checked in.

All the bouncy music, implausible costume changes, and conveniently omitted details in the world can't force any fun out of a caper that doesn't consider what the audience knows of the plan or convince them to care about how it might go wrong.

It's not in his top tier of material, but it's definitely a Renny Harlin film.

The humor falls flat, the action bores and the big break-in makes little sense.

No one involved has any idea what to do with Brosnan, burying his playful performance in a film that's almost impressively soulless.

The best one can say about something as forgettable as "The Misfits" is that if your hunger for the long-awaited "F9" entrée needs addressing now, no one's stopping you from a lukewarm appetizer while you wait.

Gastroenteritis is, in fact, one of the funnier plot devices in this film.

The slick style tries to give the tone a spirited quality, but it is incredibly forced and feels like a pale imitation of better-executed films.

Director Renny Harlin seems like he's simply trying to recreate shots, looks and scenes he likes from far better films, but badly.

Essentially, The Misfits is a desert-set Ocean's 11 knock-off, presumably made for an audience of the very young, drunk or recently concussed.