Mourning his dead child, a haunted Vietnam war veteran attempts to discover his past while suffering from a severe case of dissociation. To do so, he must decipher reality and life from his own dreams, delusion, and perception of death.
Widowed when his FBI agent wife is killed in an operation against suspected terrorists, a college professor becomes increasingly obsessed with the culture and sub-society of these dangerous groups. The arrival of new neighbors, gives him new spirit, as they are gregarious and friendly, with a ten-year-old boy that his son can be friends with. He is even beginning to see another woman. However, he begins to suspect something is odd about the neighbors, something about the way they don't want him to see certain parts of the house, or a set of blueprints they have there. Are his neighbors terrorists... or is the stress of losing his wife merely driving him past the point of paranoia? Written by
The car crash during the climactic chase scene was unplanned; the plan was for the car to duck behind the oncoming bus and complete the left turn. When the collision occurred, the car trunk sprung open, revealing the bright blue sandbags that had been placed there to allow certain stunts. The quick cuts following the collision are necessary to avoid showing the sandbags. Subsequent shots including the car had already been filmed, and show a markedly less-damaged car. See more »
If there was enough explosive in the car to do the damage shown, Michael could immediately tell the difference when driving or perhaps even looking at the car due to the added weight. See more »
Michael, because of you my son is alive. I would like very much to return the favor.
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This incredible, paranoiac, pseudo drama demands the viewer to have paid for his popcorn with his brain.
The story also requires a combination of incredible coincidence and a truly paranoid sense of an enemy's (whosoever it may be) cunning, perfection, and evil to succeed.
The ending is neither spellbinding, gripping, nor cleverly constructed. The chase was pedestrian and agonizing. I wish I could discuss the ending in more detail but afterwards I suggest that the viewer, if one is foolish enough to waste one's money in attending or time in staying to the end, stop and realize all the coincidences that were necessary for the plot to have resulted in the end result---all of the incredible machinations that had to take place. And that means it started at the beginning; if so, what was all that nonsense at the end about?
If ashes or skeletons can vomit, Hitchcock will be vomiting in his grave at the comments by some that there is any suspense or that the twist requires anything less than absolute gullibility of the audience to succeed.
I do not usually comment--especially negatively--but I was angered by the insult to intelligence and good taste that this movie was.
It was a profoundly silly plot; the acting was wasted. The politics idiotic; the moralizing, unbelievable. This was a made-for-TV piece of junk which for some unknown reason has been expanded to the big screen. What a waste!!!! Not only have I added the director to my "avoid-like-the-plague" list but I am not sure I will ever trust the person who dragged me to the film again. Oh well, she will get a bye this time.
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