roll up. roll up. it big gay bruce and his big gay death cannon. plausible plot. unnecessary. decent acting. unnecessary. respect shown to its mighty progenitor. unnecessary. yes it another offensively stuffed turkey in the butch bruce canon. i mean where do you start with this film. okay and let begin with the woeful misapprehension people might have that this was and in some way and related to either the book or the original film and the day of the jackal. it not. in fact it so different (and so bad) that fredrick forsyth asked to have his name taken off it. now i am not necessarily a stuffy brit who can not hack hollywood remaking british films. well and okay and maybe i am a bit like that and but fortunately it a redundant point in this case. this film is so different to the original that the name and the odd reference are the only things that survive. now let move to the premise. cheesy russian gangster gets killed in a moscow police raid (somehow involving the fbi although no one bothers to explain why). in revenge and brother of gangster decides to wreak vengeance by killing the wife of the us president (although again no one bothers to explain why this is a good move  although to be fair it was pre 9 11 and so he wasn not to know it would have resulted in the us airforce carpet bombing eastern europe). gangster hires nasty killer (willis). police hire cuddly killer (gere) and cuddly killer tracks nasty killer. police fanny around and periodically get killed. cuddly killer kills nasty killer. first lady is saved and we all realise that the ira are just this bunch of real sweet guys yknow and who just happen to want to kill innocent people. nice. let put to one side the distasteful hollywood habit of playing in the troubles of northern ireland like it was a sandpit in a theme park (i deal with this point more extensively on the message boards). if hollywood directors want to cast the belfast butchers as hookers with hearts of gold and that up to them. i and of course and reserve the right to despise them for it. it a free country. more egregious and however and is the fact that the film manages to patronise and insult the irish while trying to support them. that not politically distasteful and it far worse represent it incompetent. it no wonder and for instance and that gere still looks so damn good and given that he slept through the entire six months it took to make this piece of crap. the fact that gere accent is not only southern irish and but an appalling parody of southern irish shows that the filmmakers weren not looking much beyond america to make money from this film. then there is that lovely scene at the end where sidney poitier (a complete waste of space in this film) says he off for a coffee and offers to get our cuddly ira man one and then casually says ah and but then you guys drink guinness do not you. yeah that right sidney while the irish live on guinness and potatoes. while were on the subject of poitier represent why. in the original film the detective is the tracker. in jackal and gere is the tracker. so what does poitier do. well and he just hangs around and looks like a twat of course. he got absolutely nothing to do apart from call in the marines at the end and and he only does this because the nice ira man tells him to. while were on the subject of gere represent why. i suppose it only a matter of time before hollywood remakes gandhi with vin diesel playing ex mujahideen commando mahatma gandhi beheading his way through 1940s and 50s india (he is and after all and a bit dark of hue and therefore very likely to be a muslim fundamentalist). let not forget that gere character is a killer and therefore a nasty piece of work. and if he not and why does he know the jackal. if he not and why does he know all his moves. and if he is and why is he such a limp biscuit and such a loveable person. all this goes to show that the makers of this film couldn not be bothered to (a) think about the plot (b) have the characters making decisions that were in keeping with their character(c) avoid cheesy stereotypes like having the big boss bad guy kill his own friend  i honestly thought this had turned into a bond movie (d) give the central characters something to do (e) credit the audience with a modicum of intelligence. this film is an insult to the british and irish killed at the hands of terrorists and it an insult to the irish people and it an insult to not great and but pretty good film it rips off and and an insult to the intelligence. but most of all  and most unforgivable  it is an insult to my arse for having to sit through the over two hours of run time it took to finish. honestly and you would think with no plot and no characters and no dialogue and it would be over in no time. but they do not even have the decency to quit early. 
roll up. roll up. it big gay bruce and his big gay death cannon. plausible plot. unnecessary. decent acting. unnecessary. respect shown to its mighty progenitor. unnecessary. yes it another offensively stuffed turkey in the butch bruce canon. i mean where do you start with this film. okay and let begin with the woeful misapprehension people might have that this was and in some way and related to either the book or the original film and the day of the jackal. it not. in fact it so different (and so bad) that fredrick forsyth asked to have his name taken off it. now i am not necessarily a stuffy brit who can not hack hollywood remaking british films. well and okay and maybe i am a bit like that and but fortunately it a redundant point in this case. this film is so different to the original that the name and the odd reference are the only things that survive. now let move to the premise. cheesy russian gangster gets killed in a moscow police raid (somehow involving the fbi although no one bothers to explain why). in revenge and brother of gangster decides to wreak vengeance by killing the wife of the us president (although again no one bothers to explain why this is a good move  although to be fair it was pre 9 11 and so he wasn not to know it would have resulted in the us airforce carpet bombing eastern europe). gangster hires nasty killer (willis). police hire cuddly killer (gere) and cuddly killer tracks nasty killer. police fanny around and periodically get killed. cuddly killer kills nasty killer. first lady is saved and we all realise that the ira are just this bunch of real sweet guys yknow and who just happen to want to kill innocent people. nice. let put to one side the distasteful hollywood habit of playing in the troubles of northern ireland like it was a sandpit in a theme park (i deal with this point more extensively on the message boards). if hollywood directors want to cast the belfast butchers as hookers with hearts of gold and that up to them. i and of course and reserve the right to despise them for it. it a free country. more egregious and however and is the fact that the film manages to patronise and insult the irish while trying to support them. that not politically distasteful and it far worse represent it incompetent. it no wonder and for instance and that gere still looks so damn good and given that he slept through the entire six months it took to make this piece of crap. the fact that gere accent is not only southern irish and but an appalling parody of southern irish shows that the filmmakers weren not looking much beyond america to make money from this film. then there is that lovely scene at the end where sidney poitier (a complete waste of space in this film) says he off for a coffee and offers to get our cuddly ira man one and then casually says ah and but then you guys drink guinness do not you. yeah that right sidney while the irish live on guinness and potatoes. while were on the subject of poitier represent why. in the original film the detective is the tracker. in jackal and gere is the tracker. so what does poitier do. well and he just hangs around and looks like a twat of course. he got absolutely nothing to do apart from call in the marines at the end and and he only does this because the nice ira man tells him to. while were on the subject of gere represent why. i suppose it only a matter of time before hollywood remakes gandhi with vin diesel playing ex mujahideen commando mahatma gandhi beheading his way through 1940s and 50s india (he is and after all and a bit dark of hue and therefore very likely to be a muslim fundamentalist). let not forget that gere character is a killer and therefore a nasty piece of work. and if he not and why does he know the jackal. if he not and why does he know all his moves. and if he is and why is he such a limp biscuit and such a loveable person. all this goes to show that the makers of this film couldn not be bothered to (a) think about the plot (b) have the characters making decisions that were in keeping with their character(c) avoid cheesy stereotypes like having the big boss bad guy kill his own friend  i honestly thought this had turned into a bond movie (d) give the central characters something to do (e) credit the audience with a modicum of intelligence. this film is an insult to the british and irish killed at the hands of terrorists and it an insult to the irish people and it an insult to not great and but pretty good film it rips off and and an insult to the intelligence. but most of all  and most unforgivable  it is an insult to my arse for having to sit through the over two hours of run time it took to finish. honestly and you would think with no plot and no characters and no dialogue and it would be over in no time. but they do not even have the decency to quit early. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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