Actors like James Gandolfini don't trade much in bad performances rather, it's their poor choice in films, or else being lumbered with entirely ordinary parts unlike their usual fare, that really hampers them. Nowhere is that more obvious than this mostly-forgotten and god awful popcorn flick from the summer of 1994, starring Charlie Sheen as a skydiving instructor who somehow gets mixed up with Russian spies trying to recover a shipment of gold. Yes, this is an actual film that was made. To be fair to Gandolfini, he doesn't do a bad job in the role of Ben Pinkwater, a seemingly mild-mannered insurance man who turns out to be a violent Russian gangster. The twist is handled surprisingly well, he doesn't butcher the accent too much, and he's obviously the right sort of build for a mob enforcer. But he's also appearing in Terminal Velocity, an absolute turkey of a film, in a part that's even more underwritten than your average Bond henchman. You know, the ones who are usually mute.