Review: Don’t Say a Word
A band of crims headed by bank
robber Sean Bean storm child psychiatrist Michael Douglas’ home and hold his
temporarily bedridden wife Famke Janssen and daughter Skye McCole Bartusiak
hostage. They want Douglas to tap into the mind of a disturbed young woman (the
late Brittany Murphy) and within eight hours, extract a 6-digit number believed
to be in her head, that will help them get to some loot that was lost/hidden
after a heist some years ago (a crime for which they have just been released). If
he does not do this within the allotted time, the kid gets it between the eyes.
Janssen, for her part, gets to do a sexy variation on Jimmy Stewart in the
climax of “Rear Window” as she tries to avoid the gang’s surveillance
detection in order to save her family, all with a broken leg. Oliver Platt
plays Douglas’ shrink friend, and Jennifer Esposito is a determined cop on the
trail.
Efficient, enjoyable,
well-acted 2001 thriller directed by Gary Fleder (“Kiss the Girls”, “Things
to Do in Denver When You’re Dead”) doesn’t quite add up at a moment’s reflection, but
few thrillers do. It might be rather calculated and manipulative, but so are
most thrillers, and that’s not always relevant anyway. When it works, you don’t
really care that it’s all a bit gimmicky and over-plotted, you don’t notice it
until afterwards, and by then, you’ve already had a fun time. This one gets the
job done, silly as it sometimes is, especially the rather dopey climax. Bit of
a shame that, being released in the US in late September 2001, audiences and (particularly)
critics were probably not in the mood for a tense thriller set in NY, but it
still managed to do OK on both fronts.
Douglas and Murphy are particularly
strong, the latter playing a girl who may genuinely be nuts or suffering post
traumatic stress. Or she might be feigning mental illness as a means of hiding
out. Bean and Platt are certainly well-cast. Esposito, however, is completely
heavy-handed and annoying, playing one of the dumbest and least effective cops
I’ve seen in a while. She’d get better at the cop gig over the years, but
something just wasn’t right here. Scripted by Anthony Peckham and Patrick Smith
Kelly (from a book by Andrew Klavan), it’s certainly never boring. At least in this thriller, Douglas isn’t screwing
around on his wife and no one’s bunny gets boiled! Think of it as kind of like “Nick
of Time” meets “Ransom”, if that mixture sounds fun to you, you might enjoy
this. It’s pretty solid.
Rating: B-
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