"A rollercoaster ride. 'Enjoying it. Now not. Now am. Now not.'"
Kurt Russell is a big pussy. So how come he can pull of the 'hard ass bitch' role so well? I mean, the guy wears mascara, yet he can still manage to pull of roles like Snake Plisken from the Escape From... series, and in Breakdown he bounces between formidable force and yuppie scum.But that might be a sign of the general malaise Breakdown suffers, where it seems unable to find the right pigoenhole to slot itself. It starts off mighty fine, with Russell breaking down by the side of the road, having his wife hop aboard a big rig to get a ride into town for help, and her disappearing without trace. Locals act like they have something to hide and Russky is getting a little frantic. Tres spooky.
When he bumps into the same trucker who gave his wife a lift earlier, he tries to convince the cops his wife has been kidnapped, but the plods ain't hearing it. Is everyone in on this? Is this all a huge conspiracy?
Well, you'd hope. That would gear things up nicely for a big kick ass thriller. Sadly, that possibility never really arises and the interest level drops as things become a 'man against the odds' formula action flick. Big climax, please throw your candy wrappers in the trash as you leave.High points - Kathleen Quinlain in jeans, a 'take that' ending and JT Walsh doing what he did best as the head honcho bad guy. Low points - the easy options that the director took throughout to keep things sanitised. This should have been one nastay story, but in the end it's just your average 'gimme back my wife' fare.