This movie was an ABSOLUTE mess. There wasn't one single character introduced that anyone could care about. This movie--who obviously thought it "had it all"--offered so little. Actually, there were no characters just caricatures: your Billy Bad-A$$, your Colin Ferrell wannabe, your lesbo couple, your over-the-top "boss" who was supposed to be so bad you'd believe he killed kittens as a hobby, who also ate at fine restaurants, was always dressed in a suit, but had the dirtiest shoes you'll ever see, the crooked cop (isn't there always one?), the drug dealer who has found "the perfect girl," (who, by the way, was dumber than a box of rocks), and who wants to get out of the business, major stompings and beatings--which render nary a scratch...and then you had Dolph, who cannot act his way out of a room. You also had a director (nudge/nudge, wink/wink) who wanted to pay homage to Brian DePalma, with his split-screen, Trouble is, a split-screen may work a couple of times (think "Carrie"), but it gets real tired real fast when it is deployed throughout the movie.
I don't know what the people who made this mess were thinking (maybe a fast buck?), but this was one complete, muddled, mess. It is rated R, lasts a 100 days, and should never be seen by anyone.