Sometimes I think Samuel L. Jackson has another person living inside his head part time; A fellow resident guiding his thoughts and actions from time to time,  kinda like in "Being John Malcovich". Only this time I highly doubt it's Cameron Diez. After all, the evidence is all there: You see, sometimes he picks good movies: Patriot Games, Jurrasic Park, not to mention Pulp Fiction and Die Hard: With a Vengence, least we forget his appearance as Mace Windu in Star Wars. But then you have to ask yourself what exactly was the guy thinking signing up for Deep Blue Sea, Snakes on a Plane and more recently Jumper.

Get these motherfuckin' hairs off my motherfuckin' head!

The movie is erratic, oddly paced, and consists mostly of a series of intermingled and seemingly random events taking place one after the other. Maybe the best way to convey how this movie feels is "a version of Jumper re-enacted by bunnies re-enacted by bad actors".

The story opens in medias res, with Hayden Christensen as David Rice standing on top of the Sphinx in Egypt revealing to the superpower deficient viewers how much fun it is to actually have one. "It wasn't always like this, of course, once I was a chump like you" he claims, and then we get on with the exposition. Of course, the use of this plot device is entirely is moot, since the script doesn't even bother returning to this place and time in the plot. Also, if you're trying to create a likable character, insulting the viewers with the first line of dialog is hardly the way to go.

We are then introduced to a discrepant younger version of Hayden Christensen, which looks nothing like him. The film's lack of subtlety continues with the second scene introducing both the younger version of the female lead, Mili, as well as Rice's bizarre and questionable obsession towards her. Not 30 seconds later and we find out what his superpower is - "jumping", or teleporting from place to place. We know this because right after teleportation occurs for the first time, the words "Ok, so I can teleport" are uttered, information that we couldn't have possibly deduced otherwise.

Jamie Bell reprises his role as Billy Elliot, only with worse choreography

You see, the suspension of disbelief in this film affects mostly the characters on screen rather than the audience itself. In the world of Jumper, important and vital pieces of information relevant to the plot (if you're kind enough to call it that) are thrown around indifferently into the air. For example, the first conversation between our protagonist and Griffin, his new superhero compadre revolves around video games, take-out food and oh, yeah – the fact that "Jumpers" are being hunted by "Paladins" ever since the middle ages. These Paladins, I can only assume - since the movie doesn't bother mentioning, are a group of random individuals dedicated to hunt down Jumpers for no apparent reason. Their leader is our dear friend Jackson, who plays a black villain with oozing white hair that goes by the intimidating name of Ronald(!) Cox(!). To maintain the notion of obscurity and idiocy, these paladins don't use guns, but electric sticks that threaten Jumpers by causing them slight discomfort and also sometimes prohibits them form jumping very far. On numerous occasions Ronald pronounces with zeal that  "only God should possess that power". Why does he even care if God is the only thing capable of teleportation? What the heck difference does it make?

I liked how most of the movie doesn't bother following its own logic (or lack thereof). "I never hurt anyone!" cries Rice when confronted with his numerous mischiefs, five minutes after "jumping" an innocent guy into a vault and framing him for bank robbery. Griffin, on the other hand, a Jumper who lives in a cave in the desert trying to keep a low profile doesn't mind at times stealing a BMW and taking it for a joyride in the streets of Tokyo, causing massive collateral damage.

Hayden Christensen sporting his best Wentworth Miller impersonation

Is this movie any good? Hell no. But it's entertaining, and other than that, it has been quite a while since I've last seen Hayden Christiansen and Samuel L. Jackson go at each other's throats. True, last time they had lightsabers, but this time L. Jackson has a stick and a bad haircut, so it kinda evens out, don't you think?