By THOMAS BOND
I appreciate mindless, genre-embracing, wacky, over-the-top violent movies as much as the next guy, but they still have to meet a few requirements, namely that they are first and foremost not boring. “The Last Stand” falls flat on its face in that department. A promising premise involving a bad guy speeding towards the Mexican border and the small town and its sheriff (Arnold Schwarzenegger) that stand in his way seemed destined for senseless greatness. But bad acting (acting is, in fact, still a requirement in these films) and a plot that moves slower than a small town on a Sunday morning result in a terrible film whose title aptly describes the state of the theatre after the film’s showing, where countless numbers of people remain unintentionally rooted to their seats, long after the credits have ended. They’re asleep.