Next! I mean, I'm done with this movie - next! Utterly rank, and without doubt the nadir of Nic Cage's admittedly erratic career.
For the whirlwind romance between Chris (Cage) and Liz (Biel) to be in any way credible, Cage needs to be charming, charismatic and handsome, as well as eccentric. But as he is sitting in the Landcruiser with Biel shortly after their initial meeting, all the viewer can think is, "he's a weirdo! Throw him out! Now!!!" Short of drooling, Cage could not be any less alluring. He's all mahogany tan, veneered teeth, hair weave and bog-eyes - and, not to be cruel, he looks his age. It is hard to believe that Liz would go near him with a twenty-foot clown pole.
The quality of the rest of the cast is abysmal. Amateur dramatic productions would have been ashamed of the performances by the actors playing the terrorists. They were beyond wooden.
Poor Julianne Moore looks thoroughly peeved to have been part of the whole fandango. Mind you, the botoxed forehead and the smokers' lines around her mouth might have had something to do with that.
I can see two minutes into the future: you will be turning off this film and doing something more worthwhile with your life instead.