Review of 3000 Miles to Graceland (2001) by Alex P — 05 Aug 2007

This movie starts out with a daring heist of a crowded casino. That's the problem. This film STARTS OUT with a daring heist of a crowded casino. The sequence is well staged, slickly shot and edited, with lots of guns and blood. The film blows its whole wad right there. There is literally no place else for it to go. Well, there's gotta be some place else, but where ever that place is, I know it's not located at the corner of Scrappy Kid Street and Manipulative Bitch Boulevard.

The film creates a character we love to watch (Kevin Costner doing some fine fucking work and having a whole lot of fun in the process), but doesn't give us enough of him.

Instead, the movie gives us a hour of a road movie between Kurt Russell and this fuckin kid and it gives us Courtney Cox trying in one scene to erase the decade long perception that she's a no-talent whore who got lucky with a role in a sitcom that probably never had a right to be as popular as it was. Needless to say, she's unsuccessful. I don't know what this Demian Lichtenstein was thinking when he made this film, but I know why he hasn't gotten work in the last six years.