Directed by John Bradshaw, starring Neil Morrissey, Donnie Wahlberg, Adrian Dunbar, Michael Rapaport, Claire Forlani, Pete Postlethwaite and Louis DiBianco.
Down and out in Chicago, British dimwits Pete (Morrissey) and Andy (Dunbar) stumble across a suitcase of money in the foyer of a hotel. Being small-time crooks, they decide where there's some money there must be more (rather than get going while the going's good) and get themselves mistaken for a pair of professional hitmen by mobster Franco D'Amico (DiBianco). While the real hitmen - nice Terry (Wahlberg) and morose Tommy (Rapaport) - are wandering around the hotel looking for their job, Terry bumps into Emma (Forlani in another career disaster - see also 'The Medallion') and the two start to fall for each other. What neither of them know is that Terry is there because he was supposed to kill Emma's father, and D'Amico's rival, Ben Cutler (Postlethwaite).
It's a case of several mistaken identities - but haven't we seen this all before? And done so much better? Neil Morrissey is just a baby step away from his 'Men Behaving Badly' persona, Pete Postlethwaite is wasted and Adrian Dunbar phones in a mediocre performance. Donnie Wahlberg is about the only thing worth watching and, when you lose interest in the posturing 'Brits', there's his unfolding romance with Claire Forlani to provide a more pleasant distraction. It's not completely believable but, compared with the antics going on in the rest of the film, it's about the only thing keeping you in front of the screen.
Without a speck of originality, intelligence or humour, 'Triggermen' is all a bit aimless.