Oh my god, this movie is a thousand kinds of bad. There’s nothing good-bad about it, either.
Okay, first of all, I want to ask Gabriel Byrne one question and one question only: “Why were you in this remarkable piece of crap?” Oh, Gabriel. You and those pretty blue eyes are capable of so much better.
Point of No Return is a remake of a much finer French film, La Femme Nikita. The basic plot is that Bridget Fonda plays a Nina-Simone obsessed junkie who is in a robbery gone wrong and she manages to receive the death penalty for her role in it. The execution is faked and instead the government trains her up as an assassin. Needless to say, Bridget Fonda’s character is not entirely thrilled about this whole turn of events.
This film feature one of the most hilarious execution scenes ever put to film. Not only is the execution chamber highly stylized, Bridget Fonda’s face is classic. It’s like she’s having a lobotomy instead of lethal injection and afterwards promptly pees all over herself.
Bridget Fonda’s acting is atrocious in this. Not only is it hard to believe she’s a junkie, it’s hard to believe anything other than the fact that she’s a whiny little snot at every turn of the movie. She rages with almost pre-teen angst through all of her training, where it’s pretty obvious Gabriel Byrne isn’t trying to down Jameson’s in between sessions and backhanding her alternately. Watching her efforts at being “frustrated” is like watching a child try and paint Rembrandt. It’s hard to conceive that her boyfriend, played by a very scruffy, hobo looking Dermot Mulroney, wants anything to do with her, but somehow, he does.
After she completes her training, Bridget Fonda’s character, who is now known as Claudia, is sent to Venice, California as a home base. We know this because we get some cracktastic montages of people rollerblading and lifting weights in the most hideous spandex day-glo outfits imaginable.
Needless to say, Hobo Dermot Mulroney begins to get very suspicious. She doesn’t seem to work a lot for someone in “sales” and she gets all these whacked out phone calls where she has to just up and leave. For someone who’s a super-stealthy assassin, Claudia’s not very convincing at making excuses to leave to go kill some people.
Claudia now has to juggle her “regular” life with her “assassin” life and figure out a way to make the two balance. I could imagine how shooting people in the head with sniper rifles as your day job would conflict with being a nine-to-five sorta person and having a wretched looking hobo for a boyfriend. So there’s lots of drama.
I won’t spoil the ending, but needless to say, I don’t think you should want to throw something large and heavy at a main character that is supposed to be sympathetic. Or wonder why Gabriel Byrne took this role in the first place. Or wondering if Mr. Byrne saw the final product and promptly drank himself into a years long stupor.
Yeah, it’s that bad.