David Friend’s review:
Poor Clive Owen and Naomi Watts having to trudge through this dismal script that's rife with terrible dialogue and nonsensical plot turns. Neither one of the leads are good enough to lift pithy material to another level, so instead they spout unbelievable delivery completely oblivious to unnatural exposition hidden in their sentences. The film rarely works because it's too dumb to be the smart thriller it's trying to disguise itself as, and it's too wrapped up in its false complexities to realize that it's stupidiy isn't even hidden -- it's full out there for everyone to watch. This is Hollywood sloppiness at its finest, and sadly is one of the films they lump together with State of Play when they say "adult dramas" aren't commercial anymore. They sell, they just have to be intelligent yet still understandable.