It's The Rage pulls off a nearly impossible feat: It takes an impressive selection of actors (Jeff Daniels, Joan Allen, Anna Paquin, Giovanni Ribisi, Robert Forster, Gary Sinise, David Schwimmer, Josh Brolin, and André Braugher), miscasts them all, and produces not a single winning performance. The film, which premiered on cable last spring, centers on a ludicrously eccentric set of losers and lunatics, all more or less connected by lawyer Braugher and a love of handguns. As It's The Rage progresses, its self-conscious staginess (screenwriter Keith Reddin adapted the script from his play) and the quirks of its characters grow excruciating. Daniels is an arrogant businessman who shoots his partner. Sinise is a rich computer programmer who sequesters himself from society. Forster is a newly retired cop. Schwimmer is a psychopath who's just stopped taking his medication. Paquin and Ribisi are just psychos. And Allen, for the 50th time in her career, is a repressed housewife craving a new start. While It's The Rage may hope to be a didactic cautionary tale about the perils of guns, it's so misanthropic that it utterly misses its mark. The cast is unlikable enough that whenever guns are drawn onscreen, it inspires hope that someone gets plugged, making It's The Rage a repellent study in how even the best intentions can go horribly wrong when paired with the worst pretensions.