In Nothing To Lose, critically acclaimed actor and director Tim Robbins returns, like a dog to its own vomit, to the sort of undistinguished comedy vehicle upon which he cut his teeth before moving on to bigger and better things. After stumbling upon an indiscreet scene in his own home, Robbins drives wildly across L.A. in his sporty all-terrain vehicle, eventually hooking up with would-be carjacker Martin Lawrence. They bond after discovering a shared love of armed robbery and motor mayhem—the latter of which leads to several collisions and near-collisions, each of which is preceded by loud shouts of, "Oh, shit!" from all involved. In fact, there are long stretches in which Robbins' and Lawrence's fight doubles and stunt drivers appear to be logging more screen time than the stars. Which is a shame, because in isolated moments Nothing To Lose shows the potential to have been a better film than the one that ended up on the screen. Lawrence and Robbins display good comic chemistry in a couple of scenes, particularly one in which they compare robbery techniques while holding up a hardware store. Robbins' laconic temperament contrasts with Lawrence's manic energy nicely here, and in glimpses elsewhere. Unfortunately, writer/director Steve Oedekerk (Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls) operates with the sort of pie-in-the-face subtlety—at one point, during a fast-paced fight scene, he actually cuts away to a sleepy hound dog—that buries such moments. Obvious and undemanding, the existence of Nothing To Lose is predicated on the notion the people are far, far too easily entertained.