Steven Baigelman, who wrote and directed, aims for offbeat, flippant Tarantino-esque lowlife kicks but misses the mark on every count, having no feel for characters, plot, action or dialogue.

Keanu Reeves does his usual impression of a man trying to get to grips with some really difficult arithmetic. Like him, the movie is dim-witted, bland to the taste and, all in all, rather a waste of space.

Everything in and about Baigelman's debut is irritatingly derivative: second-hand plot, small-time characters, limited and movieish vision, and bad performances for Reeves and Diaz.

Might help you get to sleep at night?