So bad it could almost be a British lottery movie. Seann William Scott is on dismayingly charmless form as a cool tough guy staging a rave so he can break into a bank vault next door. This interminable film takes place over one single evening, with loads of wacky villains and clubbers, just exactly like those youth-oriented Zeitgeisty films that have so shamed our native industry. Its feebly directed scenes are punctuated by unbelievably naff, cliched speeded-up shots of night and the city: the white streak of headlights and the red stream of tail-lights, etc, etc, etc. Yeech!