Starring Hilary Swank and Patrick Swayze, 11:14 was just your average attempt at an ensemble film with interlinking storylines culminating at, you guest it, 11:14pm. Young punks go joyriding and hit a woman crossing a street. A woman who happens to have just been having sex in a graveyard with some guy who’s not her boyfriend and whose head was just crushed by a very heavy piece of statue. The woman happens to be the daughter of Patrick Swayze’s character who stumbles on the body of the dead boy, whom he knew and hated, but thought his daughter had killed. So, ever the loving father, he dumps the body over an underpass, just as a drunk driver, not paying attention to the road drives by. Of course, this drunk driver thinks he killed the boy with his car since his face is all mangled as if rolled over. So he chucks the body in his trunk, but eventually gets pulled over because he is still driving drunk. The cop discovers the body, and chucks him into the back seat of his police car where two other alleged criminals (one played by Hilary Swank) sit. Swank’s character happens to be the friend of the boyfriend of Swayze’s daughter. Apparently the daughter told the boyfriend she is pregnant so the boyfriend decides to ask his friend (Swank) if he could hold up the convenient store they work at on her shift to get the money needed for an abortion. After some persuading, she’s convinced. So, he shoots her in the arm (to make it convincing), gets the money, goes to meet the girlfriend, but, again, she gets struck by the car with the young punks.

Convoluted, silly and totally boring. It’s rare that these types of films are successful. Amores Perros and Crash were successful, interesting and convincing in their interweaving storylines because the directing, the acting and individual plots kept you interested. This film is an exercise on how much a new filmmmaker can get away with before the audience begins throwing popcorn, sodas, and hell, even themselves at the screen in frustration and boredom. The one bright moment, one of the young punks gets shot in the genitals by the boyfriend as they are speeding away after they kill the pregnant girlfriend. Apparently he wasn’t just shot in the crotch, but his penis somehow got shot off and remained at the scene of the hit and run. Don’t ask me how. If it wasn’t so funny (my sick sense of humor), I woud have been throwing myself at the screen with the rest of the audience.

Anyway, same time, save grace, save brain cells. Skip this film!