This movie (like the Elmore Leonard novel it's based upon) is redundant to the point of being absolutely pointless, a Get Shorty sequel that's almost a note-for-note, beat-for-beat redo of its predecessor, only with all the entertaining stuff left out. Here, the movie-biz milieu has been altered slightly -- Chili Palmer (John Travolta) is trying to get into the music business, after his sequel closed on opening weekend -- but nothing else, and it has the drab look and cheap feel of product and nothing more. Even Travolta seems lost and disinterested. It's a hustle and a cheat, front-loaded with recognizable faces (Harvey Keitel, Vince Vaughn, Cedric the Entertainer, OutKast's Andre Benjamin, Danny DeVito, Aerosmith) caught in an endless loop of double-crosses and triple-threats. The writer and director have no feel for this material, but it's not entirely their fault; they've been asked to remix the sound of silence -- no easy feat. Still, you gotta blame somebody. Okay, blame everybody.