This film convinces about as far as the Montreal locations make a
convincing New York. Denzel Washington, confined to a bed and able to
move only above the neck, manages to steal the movie from a worryingly
Ginger Spice-looking Angelina Jolie. The premise - someone put behind
bars by forensic evidence perpetrates a series of murders aimed at the
forensic cop - is old hat, and the gruesome demises of various people
with whom we are emotionally uninolved becomes less and less relevant.
The psych-out between the killer, Jolie and Washington is
occasionally gripping. Otherwise, murder can be more fun.
