About half of this French adaptation of Harlan Coben's paint-by-numbers thriller is tense and satisfying. The other half is convoluted and absurdly implausible. Still, if this had been made in America, it would have starred Harrison Ford and been a mind-numbing two hour punch-fest. So, it gets some credit in my book for imbuing a level of intelligence into a manuscript that had none. I love Francois Cluzet as an actor. Only in France would he be a leading man. In America he'd be relegated to the roles Judd Hirch turned down.