Grim, harrowing, unrelenting and ultra-violent - all of which might be acceptable if it were in any way believable - this is not the film to watch at the end of a relaxing evening.

Andy Garcia plays an ex-gangster called back for one last job by his ex-boss.

This turns out to be Christopher Walken as another of his stupid sub-Bondian villains, blowing a tube to move his wheelchair and getting stroked in the sauna by his ridiculously curvy nurse.

Walken just wants his simpleton son's ex-girl's new beau frightened off.

Quite why seasoned pro Garcia (now running an afterlife service where dying relatives tape advice to their loved ones) should be called in for this, or why he needs four obviously unreliable associates to help him, isn't clear; there are signs here and there that this might have started out as a black comedy, but debutant director Gary Fleder can't get a handle on that, or much else.

Despite a great cast, nobody wins here - and least of all the viewer.