When watching Next, it might be best to follow the mantra applied to most popcorn-action flicks: It's enjoyable if you just turn your brain off for 90 minutes. If you don't, your brain is going to hurt from processing all the plot holes that come from this incredibly awful story line.

Chris Johnson (Nicolas Cage) is a Las Vegas magician with the stage name Frank Cadillac. His shtick is playing tiny clubs to an audience of about ten people with cheesy parlor tricks so that he can hide the fact that he can see two minutes into the future. Think of him as the street vendor of superheroes.

Being able to see two minutes into the future is a contrivance I can easily accept, but for continuity sake, it would have been nice if the writers stuck with that concept. This weak plot device raises so many questions as to what Johnson can actually see and, consequently, the story line acquires more holes than Sonny Corleone. When you hear the premise for this movie it makes sense, but when you watch the movie, you soon realize the filmmakers had no idea how to play by their own rules.

Julianne Moore plays Callie Harris, the tough-as-nails, take-no-crap-from-men female FBI agent who has been studying Johnson's act and can tell he has a gift.

She seeks out his help in locating the nuke and threatens him with blackmail in the process. This leads to one of the many boring chase sequences that are so prevalent in this movie.

Johnson runs into the standard love interest, Liz (Jessica Biel) at a diner and apparently he can see even farther into the future when she is around.

He woos her by getting beaten up by her stalker ex-boyfriend and she decides to give him a lift to Arizona.

The filmmakers don't really do much with the "Liz" character (they don't even give her a last name) and Biel adds nothing to the character, except a pretty face to look at.

And the action did not even make up for bad acting and a weak story line. The action in this movie is essentially just a couple of chase scenes.

Johnson does occasionally beat up some military guards (obviously their automatic weapons are no match for his two-minute visions of the future), but other than that, there's nothing in this movie we haven't seen before.

But what really makes me utterly detest this movie is the ending.

In the commercials for this film, there is one quote from a critic that says something to the effect of, "The ending will blow you away."

Needless to say, Next has as generic an ending as any other movie with a guy who can see into the future.

I wish I could have Chris Johnson's psychic powers. Maybe then before I sat down to watch this movie, I could have looked an hour and a half into the future and saved myself the grief that came with watching this poor excuse for a movie. Grade: F