Running With the Devil

Ho-hum. Running with the Devil is yet another generic drug trade thriller that defies coherence, embraces clichés, and wastes the time and talent of Nicolas Cage.

What might in other hands have played as a tragedy is lent further emotional distance by the fact that there are almost no innocent victims here.

It almost doesn't matter that it doesn't make a lick of sense.

A tiresome parade of gory and sexist cliches that are, frankly, insulting to a cast that includes Laurence Fishburne, Barry Pepper, Adam Goldberg, Leslie Bibb and Clifton Collins Jr.

Plays like a flowchart in search of a pulse, a drama whose Traffic-like ambitions aren't matched by narrative inspiration.

There's a lot going on in Running With the Devil, but also somehow absolutely nothing at all. It jumbles together too many storylines, drug movie clichés, flat characters, and an epic cast of B-movie all stars.

If you want to see a film about how the Columbian drug trade process works, then this movie is for you. If you like films like Sicario or Traffic, this may be right up your alley...

As long as the movie sticks with Fishburne it's a blast. Unfortunately, Cabell has bigger ambitions.

Running With the Devil is a dull, disjointed affair that unfortunately wastes the talents of its high-profile ensemble cast.

Jason Cabell's Running With The Devil might not be perfect, but at least it attempts to do something new with the oft-told tale of drugs moving across the Mexico/US border.