Take an FBI profiler with no personality, mix in some unconvincing actors, cheesy camera work, add a wafer thin plot and a matzo ball and you have some foul tasting soup. But at least you can digest the soup. That’s not the case with this movie.

The premise is that French Canadian cops fear they have a serial killer on their hands and they lack the expertise to solve the crime so they bring on a FBI profiler to help out. OK, fine. Since when have the French ever admitted they can’t do something? That glaring problem aside here’s a few more.

1) Angelina Jolie can play sluts very well. FBI profilers are not sluts. I can’t get past the sluttishness nature of her character. Please Angelina keep your clothes ON for a change. It’s bad enough we have to look at those wacky wall walkers you call lips.

2) Ethan Hawke can act, but not in this movie. I’m not going to speculate on what was going through his mind but it wasn’t this film. He was miscast here. We’ll chalk it up to a failed experiment.

3) The cinematography work was among the worst I’ve ever seen. Lots of overhead shots that looked down on the actors, lots of shots from the floor looking up at them. Lots of pointless shots that obscured their faces. Yet when it mattered the cameras didn’t seem to be on the action. It wasn’t arty, it wasn’t cute. It was annoying.

4) The only credible conflict was between Angelina Jolie and her French counterpart played by Oliver Martinez. He did act the role of cop not wanting her help. I can’t say she ever did anything to convince me that they needed her.

Survey says we have a problem with this flick. Now, in all fairness here’s some good things.

1) The premise of a killer taking on the life of the person they killed has potential. It’s an interesting what if.

2) It was in color.

3) The soundtrack was decent.

4) Only some of the theater left before the ending. Unfortunately I wasn’t one of them.

5) The film ended with my favorite U2 song.

DVD rental or cable. You won’t miss anything not having it on big screen.