April 22, 2007
A disappointing flop, The Sentinel plays out like a lacklustre episode of 24. And not even Keiffer Sutherland can save the day.
There's a mole in the Secret Service and it wants the president dead. And fingers of suspicion are pointing to Michael Douglas, the bestest agent, who's having a fling with the First Lady.
Framed and on the run, can Douglas clear his name and save the president? Sadly, the end is not in doubt - and it comes not a moment too soon.
Plodding along, and with few set pieces, this is a complete waste of Douglas, Sutherland and the sleepwalking Kim Basinger. Only a lively final shootout adds any edge to a film in which the suits are smarter than the script.
Only unfussy filmgoers and snappy dressers need apply.
There's a mole in the Secret Service and it wants the president dead. And fingers of suspicion are pointing to Michael Douglas, the bestest agent, who's having a fling with the First Lady.
Framed and on the run, can Douglas clear his name and save the president? Sadly, the end is not in doubt - and it comes not a moment too soon.
Plodding along, and with few set pieces, this is a complete waste of Douglas, Sutherland and the sleepwalking Kim Basinger. Only a lively final shootout adds any edge to a film in which the suits are smarter than the script.
Only unfussy filmgoers and snappy dressers need apply.