Panic Room 45
I'm pretty sure this movie was out to put me on edge. Unsettle me. Scare me. Something.

Instead, it had me asking who kidnapped David Fincher. This film hardly seems like one of his. Where's the perversity of "Fight Club"? The suspense of "The Game"? This one's a substandard Hollywood thriller, seemingly without the thrills. And sadly, it's one of those pictures that telegraphs its intentions too early, too often. No, Jodie Foster and her daughter — a diabetic! — won't die. The bad guys will. It's just a question of how long it takes to get there.

More annoying still is how show-offy it is. Lots of in-camera and editing room tricks that, frankly, aren't that exciting even if you don't know how they're done.