"Okay, pussyface. It's your move.""Shit happens."How stupid this is cannot be overstated. But what it lacks in losing McTiernan's graceful geography and Arnold's sheer charisma it makes up for with a cranked-up Danny Glover and level of cartoonish luridness that would make Frank Miller wince. The Morton Downey Jr.-fronted tabloid news, the ridiculous "urban jungle" conceit (complete with Jamaican voodoo gangbangers in gold lamé parachute pants), straight on down to Gary Busey, bathed in ultraviolet light, trying to hold off the monster with a high-tech fire extinguisher. The last 45 minutes is basically one giant chase scene, almost entirely shot in graphic novel splash pages, monochromatic, all surface. A jolt machine.














