Where's Walter Matthau when you need him? Let alone Robert Shaw. Why does this movie exist again? Oh, yeah, because people don't want to watch original movies without Big Hammy Performances, like the one Travolta turns in. Let alone Denzel being reasonable Denzel. Tony Scott directs his usual fairly visually interesting but otherwise messy and sort of ludicrous thriller that wasted 50 million dollars to do a good movie over again, but this time louder and worse.