Sylvester Stallone wrote the screenplay for "Homefront," the story of a former DEA agent who quits his job and moves to a small town under a new identity, with the intention to star in the film himself as the closing chapter of the "Rambo" saga. But the project stalled, Stallone got too old and he ditched the "Rambo" stuff and handed the lead over to Jason Statham.
Statham is the rare breed of action star who not only does most of his stunts and is a pleasure to watch kicking butt but can also act, too. He tries his best here, as he always does, to make you believe in Phil, the retired narc who has set up home in a remote Louisiana town with his 10-year-old daughter Maddy (Izabela Vidovic).
Father and daughter go on a lot of horse rides in the placid countryside and spend quality time together. Phil has also taught his daughter to defend herself, and after she beats up a bully at school, the boy's angry drug-addict mom (an emaciated Kate Bosworth), indignant and wanting payback, sets off a series of events that brings Phil to the attention of the local meth lord Gator (James Franco) and his band of dangerous cronies, which includes a ruined-beauty biker girl (Winona Ryder).
"Homefront" is based on Chuck Logan's novel, which cleverly spun an everyday occurrence -- a schoolyard scrap -- into an increasingly dangerous situation that spirals out of control. But the movie, which has been directed by Gary Fleder ("Runaway Jury," "Don't Say a Word") with all the style of a late-night infomercial, never builds the slightest bit of suspense.
Statham is such an efficient killing machine, there's never a moment in the movie when you doubt he'll get the upper hands on the baddies. Franco looks as engaged here as he did while hosting the Oscars.
The movie has some nice touches, such as a small-town sheriff (Clancy Brown) who is neither corrupt nor useless. And the usually glamorous Bosworth is surprisingly convincing as the white-trash mom whose usual state of mind is one of blind fury.
But "Homefront" is done in by uninspired action scenes in which Statham's athletic prowess is rendered unwatchable by hyper-editing, a shameful reliance on child-in-peril cliches to move the story forward, and so many loose ends that you wonder if 20 minutes were accidentally cut out from the movie.
Rated R for vulgar language, violence, gore, drug use, adult themes.