Prosecutor Mitch Brockden faces a bad experience when he is involved in a traffic accident that accidentally stabbed the victim and fled. At this point in Mitch's life, he appears to be facing a tragic fate as he decides to open an investigation against the suspect responsible for the crime. Now, things turn into a mysterious pathway as Mitch discovers that the person is the real culprit that he seeks.
A ramshackle delivery vehicle for Dominic Cooper's misadventures in accent and the sort of disinterested glowering that Samuel L. Jackson reliably pulls out for paycheck gigs.
Had Mr. Croudins focused more on Mitch's desire to distance himself from a wrong-side-of-the-tracks upbringing - and less on ticking genre boxes - his movie could only have been the better for it.
A mindfield of idiocy and neglect in this poorly executed thriller. Truthfully, everyone is to blame. Only Howitt had the right idea to peel his name off the finished product.
