"The rug-pulling end removes the 'worth' out of 'worthwhile.'"
Dated entry, insofar as the star is the deceased James Coburn, gnarled-handed and all, attempting to track down the murderer of his adult daughter by tracing the gun’s serial code across the U.S.“God never gives us more trouble than we can bear,” assures a local priest, to which Coburn counters, “If I were a weaker person, would my daughter still be alive?” Alan Jacobs’ movie certainly starts of with a compelling impetus, which unfortunately is often squandered by the plodding pace and insubstantial rhythm of the search. The movie’s progression becomes hindered by the constant breaks in time for unexplained flashbacks (cleared up by the end) and remorseful setbacks. Most of the performances are rather tired and ineffectual, even the fresh-faced Alexandra Holden. And though it’s enough to hold one over at least in order to follow the old man on his Deathwish quest, the revelation at the end, regardless of how it has the potential to throw a seasoned bloodhound off of its tracks, serves only to negate a majority of the events that proceeded it and remove the “worth” out of “worthwhile.” In retrospect, the unevenness of the plotting becomes all the clearer, and issues that didn’t settle properly at their introduction can fall into place, but not without the sense of feeling cheated and gypped.[See it if you must.]