Can you have too much of a good thing? In John Woo's case, yes, and here's a good a example. All the Woo staples are here: the slow-motion, the pointing of guns in each other's faces, the choir score (although strangely no doves this time), but it's all on repeat and gets pretty tiresome. The action sequences are exhilarating, but there's nary five minutes that pass without a big bang or bone crunch - while Samantha Mathis stumbles about in between the mania, face all agog. It just needed Michael Winner to tap Woo on the shoulder and say "calm down, dear".