Behind Enemy Lines

Hackman is too old for the derring-do - this time he's the gruff admiral trying to get reckless crashed fly-boy Wilson home before Serbs lay their murderous hands on him - but otherwise it's the same old same old. The cavalier script doesn't exactly tread cautiously through the political minefield that is the Balkans; it's more like a hell-for-leather sprint, head down, hoping for the best. Of course, the film isn't trying to catch your conscience, only to stir the blood. If the Serbs weren't such cartoonish villains or Wilson so invulnerable to bullets, it might have been more effective. Brit director Moore comes from advertising. His hyper Gameboy visuals render war as an especially obscene pop promo. It's also worth noting how this Fox production shoehorns in several blatant plugs for Murdoch's Sky News.