... trite, hackneyed, and boring. Aside from excellent acting by Maura Tierney (wasted), and a very Anthony-Edwards-esque Terry Kinney, this movie is a waste of 90 minutes. From the dreadfully self-applauding monologues to the unbelievably wanna-be-Tarantino conversations, it's a non-stop tour of hackdom. Adrien Brody never convinces the viewer he's insane. The cops never sound like cops (check out the 2-3 minute monologue given by the "FBI guy" - Brody's wanna-be cool response of "nice monologue!" will have you rolling your eyes. This is dialogue verite?).
Much like Oprah fans, the plot holes are large and numerous. Tierney's character does nothing to try to hide her burn marks, but only the killer notices. Tierney's character does nothing to hide her alcoholism, but only her friend notices. Adrien Brody's character escapes in some seriously laughable situations (as a 25-year-old with braces, I can tell you the wire does not come out that easy - as an experienced magician, I can tell you that picking cuffs makes a lot of noise, and orthodontic wire is not strong enough for it). The final escape is the worst - how did Brody's character keep the gun on her while they both climbed through a small hole in the roof? How did he keep her quiet while he did all of this? How did the buried woman survive so long, and have the strength and presence of mind to attack him?
Possibly the worst thing about this movie is how clever the writer/director obviously thinks he is. Does he actually believe we care if the killer and the cop are "the same"? They're obviously not - and how many times can that line be recycled? Does he honestly believe he's drawing us in with the tepid, uninteresting cat-and-mouse dialogue? And what was up with the idiotic dirt-kicking scene? "You're finally free", croaks a dying Brody. Thankfully, by that point, so are we.
Dreadful, dreadful, dreadful. Skip it. 0/5 stars.
