The strangely conceived quasi-sequel U.S. Marshals features craggy tough guy Tommy Lee Jones as the same federal marshal he played in The Fugitive. Harrison Ford, however, is not back for this installment, as having him wrongfully arrested for the death of another wife seems to have stretched the limits of even Hollywood's plausibility. So this time Jones is chasing Wesley Snipes, to whom Jones constantly refers as "the fugitive" just to keep the connection fresh in viewers' minds, and who has certainly killed a couple of people but may or may not be guilty of murder. Once Snipes has escaped from the authorities in almost exactly the same fashion Ford once did—and once Jones' credentials as an excellent U.S. Marshal have been established by a dozen other characters telling him how great he is—the movie quickly devolves into a warm bucket of drool. There's a halfway-interesting scene involving a retirement-home shootout, but the rest of U.S. Marshals delivers the usual dreary blend of car chases, gun brandishing, rugged posturing, and generally unimaginative gunk. It isn't so much a bad action movie as a symptom of the greater problem with most action movies: Audiences tire of sitting through the same fitful, unfulfilling formula, no matter how much terse language and gunfire is tossed in.