An undercover U.N. agent (Wesley Snipes) is framed for killing a Chinese ambassador. Snipes, a fine actor with real star power, deals his career a murderous blow with this excruciating, incomprehensible bucket of camera vomit. Wayne Beach and Simon Davis Barry’s script is garbage, void of everything from storytelling sense to an understanding of world politics—the plot is beyond incoherent, and Beach and Barry write dialogue as if they had never heard human speech. Christian Duguay, the alleged director, is really just a photographer, and he’s not even very good at that: The camera work is sloppy, the action badly staged and framed, and the editing looks like the work of blindfolded chimpanzees. Anne Archer, Maury Chaykin, Donald Sutherland and Michael Biehn all—like Snipes—sully themselves.