The most exciting part of this movie was when I spilt my drink down my shorts... during the opening credits. I took my partner to see this, who is suffering from a spine injury and is on a heap of pain killers to the extent that opening the popcorn box provided entertainment to him.. yet half way through he turned to me (to wake me up) and say "this is awful". I was hoping for Saw meets Speed elevator style, what we get is X-Men meets Bridesmaids. This analogy makes no sense, but neither does the plot of this movie...so, I think it's a fair statement.
Review of Rising Wolf
