It’s a promising set-up: after his wife’s death, an ex-DEA agent (Jason Statham, with Cockney accent intact) moves to backwoods Louisiana to raise his daughter, butting heads, fists and baseball bats with a local meth operation run by a sleazebag named ‘Gator’ (James Franco). But despite a passable script (by Oscar nominated screenwriter, uh, Sylvester Stallone) and an intriguing supporting cast – you don’t often see Winona Ryder and Kate Bosworth as skanky tweakers – Fleder’s flabby direction bleeds the life out of it. When you find yourself admiring the scenery in a Jason Statham film, you know you’re in trouble.
The prospect of a Statham film scripted by Stallone may get your pulse racing, but thanks to Gary Fleder’s flabby direction and a woefully miscast James Franco, Homefront is dead on arrival. ★★