Vin Diesel, Larenz Tate
Following last summer's steroidal spy fantasy XXX, Diesel tries a more complex action figure, the sort of brooding powder keg Bruce Willis
plays with such wounded, thin-lipped machismo. In A Man Apart
, drug-enforcement agent Diesel brings down a Mexican cartel, then sets out on a course of revenge after his wife is killed in a bloody vendetta. The role requires Diesel to dramatize a clearly defined emotional arc, starting with numbed grief, boiling up to pulverizing rage and then simmering down to a manly sort of inner peace. (You may have experienced something along the same lines trying to change a tire.) But Diesel just keeps coming up dry, like some enormous rig drilling holes all over an oil-depleted desert. Diesel is a mere physical presence here, a hard, rugged mountain range of pecs and triceps fitted into a tight tee. He'd have made a great Are You Hot?
BOTTOM LINE: Not enough acting fuel