Metacritic reviews

Freeman fills Cross's gumshoes with distinction.

The perfect thriller. Nothing too gross to creep you out.

Freeman gives his overwrought, over-familiar scenes an unlikely shot of intelligence and dignity that cuts through the formulas and almost makes them work.

A few loopholes I can forgive. But when a plot is riddled with them -- I get distracted.

A reasonably diverting albeit frequently improbable thriller.

As executive producer of the film, he (Freeman) clearly sees something in Alex Cross, a man much more interesting than the cheesy plot surrounding him.

Efficient, but in the end quite pedestrian.

There's not much here for a great actor to sink his teeth into once, let alone twice.

If Michael Wincott -- who under normal circumstances can chill your blood just by breathing -- can't make the villain compelling, you know the movie's in trouble.

Relentlessly bland.