Director: Richard Gray
Emedia Films/Yellow Brick Films/Anchor Bay Entertainment
For the longest time – about two third of the film – The Lookalike is a gaggle of sub-plots all crowded around, standing with their hands in their pockets and looking at their shoes, their job – apparently – to cover for the fact that there’s no discernible plot. The truth is the plot is paper-thin, it’s there in the title, in the back-cover announcement, a lookalike must be found to run a job in a crudely assembled, over-egged omelette of a noir-ish thriller.
Add a bunch of never-quite-good/important-enough-to-be-lead players (Jerry O’Connell, Gina Gershon, Justin Long) and a wasted Luis Guzman and you have something that’s decided it should probably punch above its weight and then wastes most of its 100 minute running time proving that it can do no such thing; doesn’t frankly know where to start.
The start would have been a fine place – but we meet, in dizzying succession, dozens of bit-part players that we never need to meet. When it slows down and offers one or two scenes of nearly-good-enough material it’s too late. The film is all out of whack, badly passed, poorly scripted, adequately acted. Nothing to see here because there’s far too much (of nothing) going on. None of it sticks, none of it – really – works. No point in bothering. I took a shot for you. It wasn’t worth it.