For a convenient summary of recent police procedural trends—Seven's damp,
greenish pall; Heat's cool interiors; Memento's vaguely spooky
tattoo game—you couldn't do better (or rather, worse) than this
Frankenstein monster of a movie that arrives dead on the slab. Erik Van
Looy's thriller flicks its attention lazily between an aging hit man with
Alzheimer's (Decleir) and two model-handsome investigators. By the time it's all
over, your memory of the film will be dim at best—certainly nothing killer.