Anthony Hopkins had to follow up Silence of the Lambs with something, but the presence of the knighted Oscar winner gave this pile of high-octane sci-fi hooey a lot more credibility than it deserved. It's the type of role a busy working actor, like Hopkins was before Hannibal Lecter made him a household name, would take: a showy villain in a loopy-effects movie with low-production values. Like many films with loftier ambitions than they know how to deliver on, Freejack wants to examine profundities like time travel and the endurance of love over the decades, but it's all basically in service of dull set pieces and a drawn-out cat-and-mouse game. The bad blue screens and tawdry visuals during the mystical climax are the likeliest elements to leave a lasting impression, at least with those viewers who know a thing or two about how these movies are made. It's not a totally worthless piece of escapism, but the fact that a movie with this kind of pyrotechnics, however amateurish, was released in the dead of January, gives a pretty good indication that Warner Bros. knew what it had on its hands. If viewed as camp, it has some good laughs, including Mick Jagger trying his best to be menacing.