Metacritic reviews

A thriller that presses all the buttons: parental love, childhood terror, fear of Vince Vaughn.

Doesn't make nearly the ripple it could have made.

Sttrictly movie-of-the-week stuff. And not very good stuff, at that.

There's almost no reason to see the movie, unless you have no qualms about wasting your time.

Why Travolta is slumming in B movies is anybody's guess. (I'll take a wild flier: "Battlefield Earth"?)

Anyone who sees this movie is going to be 20 minutes ahead of it, though there won't be that many after Weekend 1. With domestic disturbances, someone calls the cops. With this DOA, someone had better call the coroner.

Few movies feel quite so perfunctory or needless or pointless as this one.

So TV-movie-of-the-week that you wonder throughout why you can't use a remote to find a decent ballgame.

Absurd beyond belief or reason.

As the basest form of genre hootenanny, it wimps out: There's no twist, no showboat acting, not even an outrageous crisis of paternal violence.