That great big shaven-headed lunk Vin Diesel comes lumbering back into our lives with a clunker, made before he hit the big time.

He's a narcotics cop sweetly devoted to his credibly pretty wife, who is much given to making scented candles, while wearing his old football shirts around the house. Short of carrying a sign saying "I am going to be killed by bad guys", she could not make her destiny more obvious.

Once she has been topped, Vin's facial expression reveals him to be very sad and as cross as two sticks. He staggers off in pursuit of the cocaine kingpin responsible.

The plot is nonsensical; the action is laughable and Vin - that tough-guy superstar for the 21st century - looks worryingly like late-period Sly Stallone.