Review – Two-Minute Warning

This is like an Irwin Allen disaster movie without Allen and without much of a disaster. It has the galaxy of stars, the dreadful script and implausible plot to rank right up there with pictures about burning buildings and flipping luxury liners. A sniper ensconces himself above the scoreboard at the L.A. Coliseum during a championship football game. Because he keeps peeking over the wall of his nest (someone needed to watch more Monty Python), he gets spotted. The cops (headed by the ever-assholish Charlton Heston) struggle to find a way to stop the guy before he opens fire, but then they pass up no end of obvious opportunities to stun, shoot or otherwise subdue him. As a result, he finally (guess when) caps a few spectators and spooks the rest of the crowd into a stampede. The production stubbornly refuses to be entertaining in any way, passing up chance after chance for the plot to take an interesting turn or even make sense. See if desperate