The script and direction are equally inept, with a series of overwrought action sequences and ludicrous plot twists that come suspiciously close to parody.
In trying to pass off the obvious as some type of mystery, Assassin's Bullet repeatedly insults viewer intelligence until the whole effort transforms into unintentional camp.
Corny action scenes and borderline-hilarious direction by Isaac Florentine mark the film as an obvious straight-to-video item that somehow took a wrong turn into a movie theater.
Mr. Slater valiantly tries to appear turned on by his leading lady's shimmying midsection, but he might as well be watching a performing dog for all the heat mustered between them.
Dennis Harvey
Variety
August 01, 2012
Much of this makes little sense, but it's hard to care.
What do belly dancers, wigs, shrinks, split personalities and secret ops sexpot mercenary mayhem have to do with a movie? Well, an awful lot it seems, in this CIA espionage freakout that makes waterboarding appear tame by comparison.
