John Travolta is not Serbian. This fact becomes more evident with each passing syllable. Maybe they could have worked into the storyline that he was educated in England or Canada or something that would have allowed him to skip the accent altogether.
This movie is about a Serbian who is seeking revenge on an American who once was deployed to his country and slighted him in some way. He tracks down the American, and he creates an environment where the two of them can engage in proper one-on-one combat for The Prize of living and the confession of the other. It's supposed to be deep, but Travolta's cheesy accent really takes the seriousness out of the whole thing.
Bobby D gives a good enough performance as the crotchety old coot who wants to be left alone and dwells on the glory days too much. I suspect, like Clint Eastwood before him, this movie might hit his actual personality a little too close to home. The movie gives Bobby a chance to do a bit of action (although they hamper him with a leg wound before the movie even starts) and he gets some non-comedy work.
The way the story progresses makes it less and less likely that it would ever happen. Once we learn about what is driving Travolta, and we learn about what his job was during the war, it makes it less probable that he would have a) the resources necessary to find the specific American and b) the moral compass to right this wrong from so long ago.
I would like to say that the interactions between DeNiro and Travolta were worth watching the movie for, but that f*cking accent is just nuts. And it's not helped much by that creepy beard. Seriously, who thought that chin-strap beard was a good idea? It was distracting me through the whole damn movie.
Story was weak
Action was weak
Acting was weak
Dialog was weak
Direction was weak
1.25/5