Got your popcorn? Got your Dramamine? Got a crossword puzzle? Then you’re ready to watch “Assault on Precinct 13.”

With its mind set on becoming an acceptable addition to the production resume of the director of “Training Day,” this movie trips over its own loose ends, landing where “Reindeer Games” has lain, unconscious, since the beginning of the millennium.

In this film, Ethan Hawke plays Jake Roenick, a has-been police sergeant who takes refuge in run-down Precinct 13 after surviving an undercover drug bust gone tragically wrong.

Because of some twisted irony and a nasty snow storm, Hawke gets stuck with notorious cop-killer Marion Bishop, played by Laurence Fishburne, on New Year’s Eve. Snowed in with an oddly diverse cast, Hawke and Fishburne feud with each other while trying to stay out of the crosshairs of a small army of crooked cops trying to eliminate Fishburne before he testifies against them.

The general rule in film production is that, when scenes of a movie are not essential to the furthering of the plot, those unfortunate clips are left on the editing room floor. If this rule were to apply to “Assault,” the movie would probably not extend past 35 minutes. In fact, the only crucial points during the film are when there is gunfire — which isn’t long.

Don’t be fooled into thinking this is an action movie — it is a sappy, directionless character ensemble that happens to take place amidst a gun battle.

It is surprising that director Jean-Francois Richet was put in charge of any films before, because of his lack of ability to develop a continuous and stable feel of a movie.

The beginning of the film is surprisingly gritty and real — a sense of authenticity so direly needed in the candy-coated world of recent action movies.

Very quickly, however, the movie pulls back into a clich‚ view type slightly nostalgic of “Home Alone.”

Richet saddles up on the back of the shaking-camera revolution by repeatedly churning the stomachs of audience members with unsteady shots and prolonged, spinning angles — enough to make the most grounded of viewers sick.

In addition, the pace of this “action” movie is so slow that Fishburne, one of the few in the movie who has an on-screen presence, spends most of his time solving crossword puzzles while mayhem — or perhaps nothing at all — ensues outside.

Still another disappointment in the faces of eager action fans, “Precinct” deals out its best parts in the trailer — and the only real assault going on is on the wallets of the misdirected.