A few people I know loved "Domino." Technically, they thought it was a great film, as director Tony Scott has a way of making the most of a visual experience (see "Man of Fire"). Somehow, for them, that technical mastery transferred into excellence all around.

I don't know what they were watching. Maybe they were on crack, but I lost interest in "Domino" within five minutes. Perhaps my mind wandered about the time Kiera Knightley and mentor Mickey Rourke bust into a trailer and force a woman to open a safe using the combination tattooed on the dismembered arm of her son.

First off, "Domino" isn't an action movie. It certainly isn't the action movie that was advertised in theaters (it looked bad enough in the previews). The film, at times, feels like a character study of Domino Harvey, the daughter of Hollywood actor Laurence Harvey, without actually explaining her character. If you're going to shy away from action and instead deliver a character drama with big budget visuals and lots of shouting and shooting, then at least treat it as such. How did a beautiful model, the rich daughter of a big-name actor, end up as a bounty hunter? "Domino" never explains this question.

Frankly, the film is just dull. If you're looking for action, you won't find it here. When presented with a room full of nasty men with guns, Domino does the obvious thing when presented with such a situation in an action movie - she gives one of the guys a lap dance. Wow, what a way to earn the respect of your brand new bounty hunter buddies.

"Domino" didn't work on any level for me. Scott's last effort, "Man on Fire," worked so well on so many levels, even though he pushed his visual flare a little too far at times. "Domino" goes so over-the-top that you can't possibly comprehend what the intention of the film was. If the filmmakers were confused as to what movie they were trying to make, how can we possibly enjoy it?

Review by Erik Samdahl unless otherwise indicated.