Travolta, a bit portly (or is it starboardly?), phones in his performance from his place in Maine; Vaughn is ice-cool but not especially convincing; the kid is OK, and Polo is a blank.
The script is woefully inept, with plot twists that wouldn't pass muster in a high-school drama class.
A thriller that presses all the buttons: parental love, childhood terror, fear of Vince Vaughn. show more