we get muttering and glowering from Mr. Foxx, a story that can't manage enough twists to tie a shoelace, and set pieces that have been done better in other movies
all that glitters is not gold, and at a certain point, Odar's intense atmospherics - amplified by the throbbing bass notes of Michael Kamm's heavy, percussive score - start to feel like the work of a filmmaker on genre autopilot