Plenty of interior body parts are forcibly removed from reluctant humans in the violent, futuristic action film "Repo Men." Kidneys, hearts, livers, all high-tech and artificial, are taken out and, in the movie's cautionary premise, rented to the medically needy at usury-friendly rates by a nasty corporation called the Union.
But there's a key organ missing from the movie itself: a brain. In its place is a memory bank of other, better movies.
That's a shame because creeping around the edges of "Repo Men" is the potential for a funky and prescient piece of gory dystopian satire. For starters, it's got three game male leads: Jude Law as Remy, one of the titular enforcers, a blue-collar Everyhunk whose task -- if you're a customer overdue on payments -- is to slit you up a treat and retrieve that expensive biomedical breakthrough inside that you thought was prolonging your life; Forest Whitaker as his prankish colleague, who'd love nothing more than to be a repo forever; and Liev Schreiber as their oily, always-be-closing boss, the Union's top salesman.
When Remy, estranged from his wife (a scowling Carice Van Houten) and kid, gets hurt on the job and wakes up sporting his own pricey Union ticker and a crushing debt, he experiences -- wink, wink -- a change of heart about his mean, bloody job. Knowing what the day of collecting means, Remy and a nightclub singer (Alice Braga) with a hot bod of black-market parts decide they must fight to foreclose on the system instead.