This movie proves that Tony Scott wasn't always a great director. One review said that this film was the basis for a much superior film (tho' not to him), Man On Fire. Seen in that light, I can say 'good on ya, Tone,' you made up for this thing with a really superior revenge flick.' It's Man On Fire that should have been called 'Revenge'. This movie starts out like it's going to be sensational, but soon it begins to drift. Then the clichés pile one upon the other until the last painful scene which was pulled almost directly from Wuthering Heights. Even to some of the camera angles! The dramatic keg that Tony was filling with gunpowder, the fuse that was going to light it, it all gets wet with scenes that look promising but never deliver. This is dramatis interruptus. Costner is very uneven and Quinn is Quinn. Madeleine Stowe looks fantastic. Overall the movie looks great. But beyond that it's a frustrating film from a director who became great. Just not yet.