Over the past 15 years, direct-to-video action specialist Albert Pyun has directed almost 30 films, including a staggering seven in the past three years alone. But while Pyun has directed vehicles for everyone from Andrew Dice Clay (Brain Smasher… A Love Story) to Matt Salinger (Captain America) to disgraced party-boy Charlie Sheen (Postmortem), he's still not universally recognized as an auteur, something he apparently hoped to change with the stylistically overloaded Crazy Six. As hot-pink title cards helpfully inform us, the film takes place in a land nicknamed Crimeland, a portion of Eastern Europe in which hope is gone and "dark visions rule." In this misbegotten, unidentified town—Crazy Six was actually filmed in the Czech Republic—lives grunged-up crackhead Rob Lowe, little-dog-stroking gangster Mario Van Peebles, scowling gangster Ice-T, cowboy-hatted lawman Burt Reynolds, and ex-junkie European songstress Ivana Milicevic, all of whom become involved in some criminal shenanigans. For its first hour or so, Pyun seems to be aiming for a sort of arty, existential abstraction, with slow-motion shots of Van Peebles, Lowe, and T alternating with images of Milicevic cranking out mournful Euro-pop and staring soulfully into the distance. Things pick up, however, with the appearance of Reynolds, who gives a marvelously laid-back performance as a grizzled cop with nothing to lose. Equally good is Milicevic, who's surprisingly credible as a woman with a dark past who looks beyond Lowe's downtrodden, crack-addled exterior and finds buried deep within his tarnished soul the hunky star of the 1986 hockey drama Youngblood. Lowe is predictably awful: He seems to think the key to communicating profound existential ennui is to look down a lot, shuffle mournfully, and frown profusely. But despite Lowe's performance, Crazy Six is palatable, with Pyun giving the film an appropriately seedy aura of glamorous decay. And any movie starring Rob Lowe as a crackhead is probably worth seeing for curiosity value alone.