Don't Say a Word
Had it been made in the late '80s, Don't Say a Word would have provided decent, if instantly forgettable neo-Hitchockian thrills. But OMD isn't on the radio, Michael Douglas is now better suited to oddball older-dude roles (see Wonder Boys), and this entire strain of thriller has run out of contextual steam. Douglas plays Dr. Nathan Conrad, a $200-an-hour Manhattan shrink; Famke Janssen plays his wife Aggie. One morning, anonymously British bad person Patrick (Sean Bean) and his standard-issue underclass scumbag crew kidnap Dr. Conrad's kid, Jessie (Skye McCole Bartusiak). Patrick gives Conrad until 5 p.m. to finagle out of traumatized teen waif Elisabeth Burrows (Brittany Murphy) a secret code number that will lead the kidnapper to a gem worth $10 million. Or else. Director Gary Fleder (Kiss the Girls) animates his contrivances with considerable pep, but the whole concept is a bit overtired. Thankfully, Douglas resists revisiting his own '80s and continues to refrain from revealing his buttocks.