A Man Apart

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Drugs in Southern California? No way!

Vin Diesel is wearing more make-up than the lead in a transvestite revue in this film's soft-focus opening shot, thus distracting the audience from what's to come: an ultra-violent bullet-fest about the drug trade in Southern California and a special team of undercover cops trying to stop it.

My first thought? "Drugs in Southern California? No way!" Then, after a few minutes of mass murder and blindingly fast editing, I realized I needed to be on drugs just to keep up with who was getting shot and why. Bullet for bullet, "A Man Apart" has more sustained automatic gunfire than a Charlton Heston family reunion.

Sean Vetter (Diesel) is the tough cop of tough cops; so tough in fact, that he can pass a grapefruit and deliver a gut-wrenching eulogy all at the same time. After Vetter's hot wife (Jacqueline Obradors) is murdered by drug baddies, Vetter makes it his mission to rid the world of the pushers, risking the life of his partner (Larenz Tate) and everyone else within a square mile of his location like a one-man daisy-cutter bomb.

Ultimately, director F. Gary Gray foregoes any trace of storytelling or character development for the sweet, sweet sound of automatic gunfire and bullets splashing through flesh. And who in America isn't in the mood for this sort of thing right now? For only $8, you can leave your real-world cares behind and spend two hours in a darkened theater watching a bloody two-hour gunfight. Unless you're prepared to drive home while battling a full-blown case of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, steer clear of "A Man Apart."

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