This film seems to have been intended as a gritty street drama 
          about the inflated crime rate in New Orleans. 
          Death Toll is atrociously bad, and it's not really possible to 
          point to a single responsible element. It's just bad from top to 
          bottom. Begin with the script. There are all sorts of conflicts 
          established: the police versus the drug lords; gang vs gang; wife vs 
          mistress; mayoral candidate vs mayor; and the time-worn feds vs local cops. Most of these conflicts are mentioned briefly and left 
          unresolved. Not only is the script disjointed and arbitrary, but it seems to end at 
          some random point. One of the feds is shown to be corrupt and 
          decadent, but that storyline is left hanging. The mayor's electoral 
          opponent is introduced, appears in two scenes, then is dropped. The 
          lead cop's wife is jealous of his beautiful female partner, and that 
          ends unresolved. En route to the inconclusive ending, several scenes 
          have absolutely nothing to do with the rest of it and could easily be 
          dropped, although the entire film is only 81 minutes long 
          The only nudity, for example, comes from Christina Boutte, who 
          plays one of two girls having a three-way with a corrupt federal 
          agent. The nudity is completely gratuitous in that the scene is 
          completely stranded, and almost completely unrelated to the film. It 
          has nothing to do with any scene that comes before or after. The girls 
          appear in no other scenes, and the agent's relationship with them is 
          never used in any way to develop any subsequent scenes. One presumes 
          that the entire scene was tacked on to give the film some bare flesh. 
          In addition to the three-way sex scene, there are several scenes with 
          unnecessary or undeveloped characters, and there are several puzzling 
          monologue scenes with DMX, all of which consist of him standing alone 
          in a room and spouting philosophy to the camera. 
       
          And the script is one of the film's strengths.
          The direction is no better than you could do with your home 
          camcorder, a few of your friends, and the free version of Microsoft 
          Moviemaker. The sound is filled with echoes, and the conversations are 
          sometimes incomprehensible, a problem compounded by a musical score 
          which sometimes drowns out the dialogue. Of course, it's just as well 
          that you can't hear the actors because when you can hear them you 
          cringe in embarrassment. The only performer in the movie who delivers 
          a professional performance is Lou Diamond Phillips, and you tend to 
          feel empathy for him because he must have realized that nobody else in 
          the cast could deliver even a single simple line credibly, and that 
          made it hard for him to do his best when interacting with them. I 
          wonder how long he was involved with this project before he started 
          wondering if he could break his contract. I'll bet LDP had a long 
          heart-to-heart with his agent after this one.
          Purely an amateur effort. The worst film I've seen in years.