Homicidal tendancies
I went to see Hollywood Homicide yesterday; I usually like the work of Ron Shelton, and I have a fondness for Harrison Ford (okay, and Josh Hartnett is extensively easy on the eyes). Sadly, the movie meandered and was filled with unnecessary subplots, most of which never came to anything nor made any sense. I remember one scene that was actually funny, but you have to wait until late in the film to catch it. At one point in the movie, I was actually thinking that all the cliches and poor writing were going to be part of some elaborate Adaptation-esque twist, but no. It ended the way I knew it would end, and really, there wasn't enough Hartnett hotness to make up for all the muddle in between.