Sharon Stone portrays a stellar female reporter, the proverbial toast of the newsroom. Within a few minutes of this film, she makes minced meat out of an sneaky female politician, thus giving the viewer the sense that Stone is going to play a brilliant and savvy journalist and human being. Unfortunately that it falls apart when her brother goes missing in Mexico. The police won't help, don't care, so Stone decides to get the job done herself.
Having no idea where to start looking, Stone engages the help of a co-worker. They drive to a random section of the southern border where they encounter a border fence and armed guards. Low-and-behold, Stone sees her brother`s blood-tinged hat dangling from the top of the fence. Lawdy, it's a miracle! Ignoring the guards and their automatic weapons, Stone rushes towards the fence and begins climbing. Despite the hail of bullets unleashed on her and her coworker, Stone retrieves the hat, scurries back down the fence and runs across the sand, ultimately dodging all the bullets. The duo hide behind a small wooden shed that has no earthly purpose for being there other than to shield the stars. Seconds later, after the gunfire has stopped, Stone and her friend shrug and decide it's safe to leave. They walk away from the shed and stroll unmolested back to the car. It's utterly ridiculous.
It goes downhill from there.
The producers should have allowed Stone to play a character her own age. Instead, they plastered her with bright red lip stick, decked her out in a hairdo fit for a high school prom queen, hoping we wouldn't notice a 55-year-old actress who naturally wrinkles and ages like the rest of us. It's grossly distracting, as is Stone's constant shock and bewilderment every time she encounters more drug cartels, human smugglers and violence along the way. I don't even know if she eventually found her brother. I don't care. I stopped watching and found something better to do. You will too.
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