Assassin's Bullet Reviews
The cockeyed C-quality B movie, shot on location with a Balkan supporting cast and crew, mixes a precarious pileup of visual cliches with over-staged action sequences.
Mr. Slater valiantly tries to appear turned on by his leading lady's shimmying midsection, but he might as well be watching a performing dog for all the heat mustered between them.
Fans of incessant flashbacks and endless whooshing zooms into close-ups will find much to love about Assassin's Bullet; less satisfied, alas, will be those with a fondness for lucid plotting, compelling intrigue, and credible performances.
Corny action scenes and borderline-hilarious direction by Isaac Florentine mark the film as an obvious straight-to-video item that somehow took a wrong turn into a movie theater.
What do belly dancers, wigs, shrinks, split personalities and secret ops sexpot mercenary mayhem have to do with a movie? Well, an awful lot it seems, in this CIA espionage freakout that makes waterboarding appear tame by comparison.
In trying to pass off the obvious as some type of mystery, Assassin's Bullet repeatedly insults viewer intelligence until the whole effort transforms into unintentional camp.