The Jumper
Far from being a film documenting Spoony's questionable* fashion sense, this film is actually about people who can teleport to anywhere they like. Fantastic, perhaps. Piece together a crummy plot line, cram it full of fights and stuff getting smashed up, make sure not to include the term "Matrix" anywhere in the film title, and you're on to a winner.
But no, there's always a way to bugger it up. First off, the main character, and supposed hero, who you're meant to feel good about saving the day, spends the entire film acting like a complete knob. He robs banks, ignores people drowning in cars, dumps his girlfriend in the middle of the desert, teleports his mate into jail, finds a new mate, and then electricutes him. An all round nice guy, all things considered.
Secondly, Samuel L Jackson's hair. It's ridiculous. Here is the supposed mega nasty, evil supervillain, and yet he just looks like a slightly pissed off, recently shaven, black Santa Claus**. He does have a knife, to be fair. If anyone's looking to make a film about Father Christmas ditching his sleigh to join an East London knife gang, or indeed if LA Galaxy need a stand in for Abel Xavier, Jackson's your man.
Aside from that, there's really not much going on. It passed the time for an hour and a half, as films like this generally do, I suppose, but it never threatened to do anything more.
*gay
**that's racist