"No one" is surprised or entertained by this, easily the worst script Eastwood (or any major American filmmaker) has ever directed. Obvious and completely pedestrian on every level, the only twist is that it was written, or at least sole credit received, by Brian Helgeland. Jeff Daniels sure was having a good time picking up a paycheck though.
A film stuck between being about a man existentially dealing with loss and a survival film in which the audience expects and wants to see Neeson kick ass. Carnahan's dialogue (and most of the actors) aren't strong enough to carry the weight of making the film profound, but Carnahan mostly shies away from exploitation leaving this a mixed bag with a fairly underwhelming ending.