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| Carrie-Anne Moss | ... |
Agent Helen Brody
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| Stephen Root | ... |
Charles Thompson
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| Lora Kojovic | ... |
Rina Humphries
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| Martin Donovan | ... |
Assistant Director Jack Saunders
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| Gil Bellows | ... |
Agent Vincent
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| Vincent Laresca | ... |
Agent Leandro
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| Brandon Routh | ... |
Agent D.J. Jackson
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| Joshua Harto | ... |
Agent Phillips
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| Holmes Osborne | ... |
General Paulson
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| Michael Rose | ... |
Colonel Kerkmejian
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| Randy Oglesby | ... |
Mr. Bradley
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| Benito Martinez | ... |
Alvarez
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| Sasha Roiz | ... |
Interrogator Lubitchich
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A convert to Islam sends the U.S. government a tape showing him in three nondescript storage rooms, each of which may contain a nuclear bomb set to detonate in less than a week. Helen Brody, an FBI agent in L.A., is tasked with finding the bombs while a CIA "consultant," known as H, interrogates the suspect who has allowed himself to be caught. The suspect, whose wife and children have left him and disappeared, seems to know exactly what the interrogation will entail. Even as H ratchets up the pressure, using torture over Brody's objection, the suspect doesn't crack. Should H do the unthinkable, and will Brody acquiesce? Is any Constitutional principle worth possible loss of life? Written by <jhailey@hotmail.com>
Insofar as a social comment on the current pre-occupation with Islam and its links to organised terrorism, this film is like any other of its ilk, simply Hollywood cashing-in on a popular fear of the moment. It neither demonises nor martyrs the religion, its merely the topical vehicle out of which the focus is an interrogation of a self-ascribed "terrorist" (Sheen) by Samuel L.Jackson's character, employing the most vile, inhumane methods possible to extract information that will potentially save the world.
Overblown alleged "thriller" is essentially memorable only for one scene, earning the title name, and while it seems implausible, the film is asking you to suspend disbelief and open your mind to conspiracy theory. Not an especially original concept. Carrie-Anne Moss is utterly wasted in another empty badge-wearing role, while the laconic Jackson has some humorous dialogue and interesting contrasts (delivering a near-fatal beating one moment, talking of trivial family matters with his daughter on the phone the next), but these are only brief pauses in an otherwise laboured saga.