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A book who's sales were almost solely due to COS bulk purchasing copies. Self written, self published and self sold essentially. Roger Christian obviously didn't know that because he seems confounded as to why a best selling book had no fans willing to watch an adaptation.
The film itself is egregious, abject, woeful and any other disdainful synonym you can think of but it has a sort of odd charm to it.
I can't bring myself to hate a film that gave Barry Pepper the lead role even if they make him a hopelessly inept idiot.
Travolta and Whittaker look like they are trying not to topple over the whole time.
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