The acting is amateurish, the dialog is poor, and the photography looks like it was shot in 16mm. Seems like its director, Larry Leahy, has been trying for decades to break into the business, with a Transformers script and producer of a low-budget sci-fi flick in the 1980s, and as a script coordinator on Road to Perdition in 2002. This was probably his big break, and the only fun is watching how far this movie will wobble before it falls down. Even actor James Remar, who has had a long career as a character actor, is uneven here. Everyone in the cast looks a little strange and walk around like they're on Valium. Interestingly enough, this film popped up on my local UHF station, probably because all the big-budget studio pictures are tied up on cable.
Review of Confessions of a Hitman
