Ugh, Here's Why I Avoid Legit Movies

To mangle the old David Spade chestnut, I DID NOT like this movie better the first time, when it was called Crash, but I still disliked this one almost as much as that other intelligence mocker. I watched this because Harrison Ford is my favourite actor, but unfortunately the combined heroism of Han Solo and Indiana Jones could never save this PC pastiche that fell out of the hackneyed tree and hit every cliche on the way down. HF hasn't had to contend with such on the nose dialogue since Jedi's "I hope she's all right", but unfortunately this is much less fun. This is just a calculated equation of guilt trips. It doesn't make unlikeable characters sympathetic to just show them looking sad. This fiasco's beaten that technique to a bloody pulp by about the 30 minute mark, which already feels like four hours. I do hope Harrison finds that one (or several) last great character role(s), but this unfortunately was not it, even though he did what he could with it. Only other good thing is Ray Liotta's performance, even if his script might as well be, "Hi, I'm an evil man who uses his position with the immigration department to have sex with nubile Australians, but really I'm just sad and misunderstood." Not Ray's fault, though. Hopefully soon he'll also start getting roles as good as his voiceover for Grand Theft Auto: Vice City, my all time favourite video game.