The lead male can't act, period. The plot is neither well-crafted nor interesting, and it flip- flops and meanders into every thriller cliché imaginable. It felt like the writer, who I guess is also the aforementioned lead male, had no more idea where the story was going than we as the viewers do. The only redeeming quality, for me, is the actress who plays Olivia, who has genuine screen presence. The film left me frustrated that I'd wasted any amount of time on it. I would wholeheartedly recommend this exercise in pointlessness to absolutely no one.
Review of Monday at 11:01 A.M.
