Title: YAWN
Product review: There's a moment in this sparkless film where General Dennis Quaid sports scary muttonchops and a cravat and looks like he knows he's an Iconic Figure at a Historic Moment. Insert your own colorful Texas aphorism here as the film is really, really frantic to get you riled up at this point. Because it knows, I guess, that it's totally failed to get you riled up before that, and now it's two hours into the film, and if it doesn't get your pulse going now, it's never gonna happen. Thirty excruciating minutes later you discover that it still hasn't.
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