A generic, one-location thriller, cheap to make but difficult to excel, this has so many clichés mashed together it hurts to watch.
Twenty minutes are used to build up the big-bad in absentia. Phase two is lock-in with a psychopath, an artificially generated time constraint with no way out. This comes complete with power struggles, traitors in our midst and running around shirtless carrying a gun à la Ripley.
Michelle Monaghan is a decent actress, but Sigourney Weaver she is not, we get an abundance of doubting, shouting and pouting, running through nondescript corridors as the body count rises.
This all plays out to a heavily telegraphed ending, so obvious a blind ten-year old could see it coming. Most disturbingly, the makers naïvely included a massive hook for a sequel that nobody wants or needs.
Twenty minutes are used to build up the big-bad in absentia. Phase two is lock-in with a psychopath, an artificially generated time constraint with no way out. This comes complete with power struggles, traitors in our midst and running around shirtless carrying a gun à la Ripley.
Michelle Monaghan is a decent actress, but Sigourney Weaver she is not, we get an abundance of doubting, shouting and pouting, running through nondescript corridors as the body count rises.
This all plays out to a heavily telegraphed ending, so obvious a blind ten-year old could see it coming. Most disturbingly, the makers naïvely included a massive hook for a sequel that nobody wants or needs.