Sam Worthington rents a hotel room, has a bit of brekkie then gets on a ledge. Here he spends most of the film alternating between chatting to some blonde woman who used to be in scrubs and to his brother Jamie Bell and his missus who are up to other things. Whilst the chatting is going on we learn some stuff about his past and why he might be on this ledge. He then chats a bit more and acts as though Jamie isn't doing naughty things and in the end we are meant to sympathise with these people. Shame boredom took over half way through instead.
This film is rubbish. It has a reasonably exciting premise, some guy on a ledge but why is he on the ledge, is it possibly because he is depressed or is it because his brother is doing something shifty or is it because he saw this film twenty minutes beforehand. There is meant to be loads of tension hanging around but within about five minutes of the film starting the 'twist' is given away and we are told pretty much the entirety of the plot. We then spend the rest of the film seeing exactly the plot we have just been told, which leads to less tension than an episode of antiques roadshow. Next is the girlfriend of Jamie Bell. She is hot I will give her that and she is very nice to look at but for christ's sake why couldn't they put her in more sensible clothing. She is breaking into a safe not going surfing so why does she randomly take off her already less than sensible tanktop tight jeans combo to put on a catsuit for about three minutes. Yes you get to see her in her strangely fancy underwear and yes it is a very pleasant site but for pity's sake where is the context people. The ending is just as frustrating. I wont tell you the ending but it doesn't make any sense and all involved would be arrested not just allowed to walk off as they are. God it was rubbish.
Verdict: 1/5
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