George Clooney has a grand total of two facial expressions: the boyish grin and a vacant look of mildly constipated concentration. Since these two expressions represent the sum of his acting ability, he makes copious use of both in this movie. This is the usual pot-boiling what-if-terrorists-stole-Russian-nukes-and-tried-to-blow-up-New-York picture, with more implausible plot twists than you can shake a stick at. See if desperate (or if you’re looking to complete your 1997 Hell Plaza Octoplex viewing experience)
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