It's a bit of an indictment when a Richard Gere and Martin Sheen film gets ignored. Or so I thought.
The story starts when a group of illegals walks over the border from Mexico, only to be met by the police who separate and drive off with a couple of them.
Advance a few months to the murder of a US senator by one of those illegals, who turns out to be a Russian assassin.
The good guys dig out retired CIA operative Gere, and he gets on the case, along with a young FBI agent.
Despite giving away a major clue early on in the movie, or maybe because of that, there's a big lull halfway through, and its only picked up again towards the end of the story.
In the end, this is an old-fashioned cold-war movie, with Gere now an old-fashioned kind of actor.
It happens to the best of them, Dickie.
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