Phone Booth in a cab… That's Collateral in a nutshell for you. The two things keeping this movie from being as embarrassingly stupid as Phone Booth are Michael Mann's direction
director of Heatand Tom Cruise's presence. If you are a fan of either, or both, it is probably a worthwhile diversion, otherwise just skip it.
The story is that cab driver Jamie Foxx gets picked by professional assassin Cruise to relay him to five targets in the city of High Concept. The implausibilities pile up faster than the body count, and by the final act we're down to cat-and-mouse stalking of the last victim, an attractive and conveniently black female prosecutor whom Foxx has taken a shine to. Mann does a yeoman's job directing an abysmally stupid screenplay in which a supposedly experienced hitman tags a random stranger to transport him through his night's work. There's really no point detailing the plot holes as they're all readily apparent from the trailer itself and the movie is only sustained by Mann's patented, edgy, night-in-L.A. mood.
For all that it's not the disaster it should be, although Foxx provides no help whatsoever in a role that admittedly would have had all but the best actors floundering to remain upright. He is routinely blown off the screen by Cruise, who has attitude to spare throughout.
Mann should have his head examined for stooping this low. In the end he shamelessly cribs Hitchcock but without having invested any of the characters with the solid personae necessary to make such trickery work.
I went in with plenty of reservations but the meal left me unsatisfied. The pity is the principles involved could have worked this story into proper form but opted to pile on garnish around a cheap burger instead. You have to wonder why any self-respecting filmmaker would want to waste months of his career on this of all projects. In the end there's just no excuse.
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