Punish This

Travolta is no better, playing yet another slimy caricature in yet another career move that erases the audience's goodwill; the role could have been played by anyone and often feels like it's occupied by no one. Will Patton, bless him, is once more cast in the role of the gay villain who's forced to come out of the closet just so someone can kill him; his Quentin Glass is a rehash of his role in No Way Out, which is how he must feel right about now. And poor Laura Harring is cast in the role of Travolta's conniving wife, the woman who orders the hit on Castle's family to begin with after the death of her own son. Roles like this are why people keep referring to her as "The woman in Mulholland Drive who wasn't Naomi Watts." Docked extra points for its dreadful sludge-rock soundtrack, featuring Nickelback and Drowning Pool. They all oughta be punished. The Punisher