Suffering from delusions of franchise, this is more Scooby-Doo than Silence of the Lambs, and bears all the hallmarks of a cult bad film in the making.
| Original Score: 1/5
A lot of rather unpleasant things unfold, delivered with a consummate laziness that it's terribly hard to engage with.
The cliched plot and terrible dialogue make this so-called "thriller" nearly unbearable.
| Original Score: 1.0/5
Alex Cross is a total trainwreck. You'd think it would be hard to mess up something as simple as a cop vs. killer story this badly, but Cohen and his crew seem to screw it up at every turn.
What's really a kick to the nether-region is that the story is so bad that you never really get a chance to admire or dislike any of the acting.
| Original Score: 2/5
Alex Cross is clumsily directed, poorly acted, and shoddily scripted to the point that with the right crowd you may find yourself laughing at the all the things wrong with it.
Alex Cross wasn't conceived as spoof, but such poorly written and executed dross is laughable.
Never quite rises above a run-of-the-mill, cop-chases-killer-thriller flick, or much expands beyond would happen if an hour-long TV drama was given an extra half-hour to stretch.
Silly plotting, murky action sequences, indifferent acting -- and a lot of violence against women. Not even the locally shot scenes are reason enough to see it.
| Original Score: 1/4
Tyler Perry's bid to reinvent himself like Bruce Willis or Matt Damon in Alex Cross is ultimately a failure, but if it's any consolation to him, he's hardly the only reason this film is not worth your time.
| Original Score: 2/4
Where to start with all the things wrong with this film?
A strong candidate for dumbest film of the year ...
It's an embarrassment for all involved.
The relentless ugliness of the story isn't thrilling or involving, and its vague undercurrent of misogyny makes it even more off-putting.
When you make Tyler Perry run and point a gun, you remember why nobody's ever used him as an action figure before.
Late-night TV fodder for insomniacs, perhaps, nothing more.
Cohen slices and dices the finale so much you cannot fathom it.
The direction by Rob Cohen is so careless that the film's climax is set up by a car crash that, if I am not mistaken, is completely coincidental.
Cohen's resume argues that he's a better action director than this; the laziness is inexcusable. The denouement is easily decoded and suitably cheesy.
For a franchise with an off-the-charts nuanced thinker as its protagonist, Alex Cross isn't very smart.
| Original Score: 1.5/4