Homefront belongs to a raggedy old breed of '90s homestead action thriller that refuses to go quietly into the night. Adapted from the Chuck Logan novel of the same name by none other than genre icon Sylvester Stallone, the film limps from one fight scene to the next without laying sufficient groundwork. The script is rife with cliché and bad dialogue, the story is both underdeveloped and unnecessarily convoluted, and the hometown heroes and backwoods criminals make one boneheaded decision after another. It doesn't help that the characters are reduced to two-dimensional caricatures, chief among them Jason Statham's umpteenth man of action -- hitting a rare trifecta as a former soldier, ex-cop and devoted single father -- and James Franco's southern fried cornbread kingpin, Gator Bodine. (One more time: Gator Bodine.) More troubling? The split-second beatdowns, splashy shootouts and 'splodey bits are as slick and improbable as they are overly choreographed and brutally edited... which would be all well and good if Stallone and director Gary Fleder subscribed to the Tenets of Big Dumb Fun. Particularly #7: Thou shalt not aim so high whilst firing so low. Homefront is Big Dumb Fun minus the fun, taking itself much too seriously while pushing its action too far over the top.