There was something ominous and hype-ey about the name Gabriel Range as it appeared over the motorcade and Richard Harvey's looming score played. I don't know, maybe it's the name itself. A name like that should either direct music videos or fight crime. Either way, this film has nothing to do with either. It's a lame crime drama that doesn't move.
The mystery story is played out in the most amateur and poorly-scripted way. The details of the investigation are withheld from us for the sole purpose of drawing a 15-minute YouTube conspiracy into a feature film. The basic premise of the botched conviction is racial profiling, a small bullet in a powerpoint presentation. The What-if aspect of the assassination holds a kind of vague, hangnail fascination, but it's a bullet as well. There are a few good performances from the almost all unknown cast, notably Neko Parham's Casy Claybon and (I love this guy) James Urbaniak's FBI CSI guy.
Politically, it's all hype. Range pulls all his punches, although I can't see even the opportunity for punch. Nobody says anything we didn't hear in any of the countless anti-Bush-regime docs of the last three years. The most salient point is this: Should this film incite similar action, we'll then have the Devil himself with whom to deal, and the three scariest words this year: President Dick Cheney.
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