Another gem from Niecestro. Background: In case you are unfamiliar with his work, Niecestro was the dim-lit star of 3 A.M., a scatter-brained thriller/comedy about a kid who is inexplicably unfaded by pants-shorting paranormal experiences and the number '3.' The star's inability to act in 3 A.M. appears to have caused a hangover-effect in following up his debut, t a c t i c a l. In both cases, Niecestro's act is as thin as rice paper. Though the story lines do nothing to help his case. The Film: t a c t i c a l. is essentially a hackneyed-hybrid of Training Day/Bourne Identity/S.W.A.T. Through its entirety, the lack of originality of this script keeps its viewers at a standstill; the story never gaining momentum (a virtual crawl) and the scenes an atrocious rendition of past films (vitual plagiarism). The only real value this movie holds is the comedic factor of the monologues. At one point, the Kingpin (who closely resembles RP Jose Mesa), goes off on a 4 1/2 minute analogy about golf, his 9-iron, and his posse being show-offs at the club. At no point in his rambling, incoherent response was he even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Every viewer in the room is now perplexed for having listened to it. We award the writer's no points, and may God have mercy on their soul.But please view this one, so you can see for yourself.

This movie was truly terrible. The writer/director made a story that is told partially through flashbacks. So at the beginning of the movie, things are confused, but by the end it's obvious who everybody is and what their motivations are. So far, so good.The (main) problem is that the acting (and script) are so miserable. If you were wondering what a movie would be like where every actor has acting skills significantly below those of Keanu Reeves, this is the movie for you. The top good guy (the "captain", I think) talks with his back to the camera and moves back and forth in front of the person he's talking to, never staying in place for more than a sentence. The dumb henchman are *really* dumb, but not in an interesting way. Every conversation has odd pauses like they're reading off cue cards, and goes on too long. Everyone enunciates very clearly, almost as though they are aware that their film budget will not be large enough to include subtitles on the DVD.I believe the movie is set in present day, but the black drug-dealer characters have an odd 70's vibe to them that is absurd. Not as absurd as the one scene where the head drug dealer wears a golf outfit with striped socks and a little red hat though.By the time you get to the one-on-one fight scenes at the end (with some slow-mo action), you will be begging for this movie to be over.And the final plot twist is so corny you will groan.