The film deals with the story of a prominent lawyer, Mark Hunter, who is still having a perfect experience by handling his various assignments and has an impeccable record of putting criminals behind bars. One day, when ambitious novice journalist, CJ Nicholas, begins to investigate, it seems that Mark's life is turning into a completely different path.
While the original is perhaps not a faultless classic, it certainly offers more excitement and competence than the star of John Tucker Must Die and the director of A Sound of Thunder can offer.
There's little in this pointless rehash to distract audiences from the pleasure of watching Tamblyn, a fine young actress whose direct, grownup stare belies her baby features.
Conscientiously creepy, but with a finale just too rushed to correlate with what preceded before. Though Metcalfe isn't bad, in commanding viewer attention as well as he does his tool in Desperate's random bulked for booty, housewife gardens.
I've got no problem with movies that stack up twists like crazy straws. Hyam's script, however, depends on us being dumber than every character in the film-you'd have to reach protozoan levels just to resist wanting to strangle everyone in it.
Hyams takes a perfectly good story and kills it with logic loopholes, inconsistent character behavior, horrendous, headache-inducing cutting, and a number of brainless chase scenes.
