Deja Vu

Denzel Washington is seriously one of the sexiest men in Hollywood. Jerry Bruckheimer makes more action flicks than Hershey makes kisses. Tony Scott directed Denzel twice before (with mixed results in my humble opinion - Crimson Tide and Man on Fire.) They managed to capture a stand up supporting cast including Val Kilmer and Jim Caviezel. Everything's in place for a blockbuster, no? Did anyone think to hire a writer?

Deja Vu starts with a bang and a truly terrific fx sequence of a New Orleans ferry blowing sky high, pretty much vaporizing, cars going into the drink, flaming bodies and all that. Enter ATF agent Carlin (Washington) who's way smarter than most, quickly leaving the other official types in the dust and discovering this is an act of terrorism. With me so far? With lightening speed, he connects the burned body of a murdered woman to the crime - she washed up inconveniently before the explosion. So far so good. Then Carlin is invited onto a "special team" for this investigation. And everything goes stupid.

Maybe it's me. Anytime some bright screenwriter says, "let's do the time travel thing, yeah, we'll create a wormhole, you know, by accident, and then they can go back to the past and stop blah, blah, blah, yada, yada, yada," someone needs to taser the guy until he comes to his senses. Time travel simply does not work. Somewhere along the way you're going to screw up. And although this is certainly not the worst of this variety, it is also not the best. It's a tremendous waste of talent and a whole lot of money. If you're still curious, website's here.