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| | slant // magazine.com: Film Review - The Sentinel |
 | | iefer Sutherland may appear in The Sentinel as a Jack Bauer-ish secret service agent who likes to bark at underlings for being one minute late to work, but his presence merely heightens the impression that Clark Johnson's follow-up to S.W.A.T. is the anti-24, a sluggish, stupid, one-dimensional thriller in which almost nothing suspenseful happens. |
 | | Despite the profession's supposed suit-and-shades coolness, the squad's top dog is an aging, decidedly unhip Michael Douglas, whose agent Pete Garrison—eventually framed for trying to assassinate the president—likes to sneak away from duty for a bit of beach-house boinking with Kim Basinger's (apparently over-medicated) First Lady. |
 | | The resulting raggedy, TV-drama visual flatness, however, is perfect for a film that boasts all the tension of a wet pancake, has about as much get-up-and-go as a slug, and features a trio of apathetic lead performances from Douglas, Sutherland, and the thoroughly underutilized Longoria. |
| www.slantmagazine.com /film/film_review.asp?ID=2207 (284 words) |
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