Ah literature. While I haven’t technically read anything by Mark Twain in really quite a long time, I have seen his apperances in those episodes of Star Trek when they go back in time and Whoopi Goldberg is there.
I own at least three copies of this movie. There is no good reason for that.
Memory Run, or Synapse as it seems to be called in America, is in fact not a low budget sequel to Johnny Mnemonic (oh how good that could have been), but instead tells the story of body crime, in a future time.
No, I said Sex On The Toilet before Frank Zagarino.
Lorenzo Lamas isn’t totally incapable of acting, as he has shown in various other projects, but Final Impact tries to be a drama and a kickboxing movie and is entirely unsatisfactory as both.
Amazon are trying to sell this with the description “The boundaries between real life and fantasy becomes blurred when Robbie and Amy play night games…”, which may give you the wrong impression about the kind of action this movie contains.
I warn you, this film features a laconic performance by David Duchovny. Unlike most of double d’s roles, which are energy packed.
Top quality crime/coming of age drama from the pound shop? Who’d have thunk it.