I feel kind of sorry for Brian Bosworth. First he was an awesome college football player who utterly ate it in the pros, then he made the greatest action flick of all time (Stone Cold) and has barely been in a decent movie since. I'll bet when he fucks a girl he gives her a screaming orgasm two seconds in, then passes out, falls out of bed, hits his head, and has to go to the emergency room, where he shits himself. In this flick he's a banker who gets hit by a car and ends up with amnesia. Of course he can't say for sure, but when he finally comes home from the hospital his life seems pretty okay: he has a decent job, he lives in a huge house, and his wife... well, if she marketed her own brand of pancake syrup it would probably be called "Mrs. Butterface", but she seems nice enough. He keeps having these nightmares though, and every single one of them is about Bo Jackson. Ha! Seriously though, the nightmares are about secret initiations and being in prison and shit, and after nosing around for a while he finally figures out that he's in the Witness Protection Program. Too bad he already tipped off the people who are after him. Ha ha! Oops! It's a great setup, and I liked the main bad guy, but there's no real payoff; it's just the same tired shootouts and car chases we've all seen ten million times before. They even work in the old sidechick-who-has-nothing-to-gain-by-getting-involved-in-any-of-this, by far the most pointless of all movie chicks. Aside from the ones who won't do nude scenes, of course. Oh, and just to add insulting injury, they threw in their own Bo Jackson joke, totally invalidating mine. Thanks a lot, you fucking dicks.