The fact that the main character didn't ask someone walking by to call the police or drive to a police station early in the film really ticked me off. He was able to ride around doing this stuff in broad daylight but in reality they would've called in swat to take him down asap. They would've had an APB out for his vehicle from the 1st crime....I turned it off halfway through.

The heroine was a moron. He's following you. How did he find you at the gas station? The store clerk offers to call the cops. You turn that down. You see him run over someone. Where's your phone? Everyone carries their phone. No one leaves their phone in their car. You didn't lock your car?

But you do find a phone in the car, which he apparently left you. He's obviously doing something very bad to your friend while on the phone with you. You know where he is. He's not near you at the moment, so do you send the cops to the restaurant? Nope. Do you at least call the cops and describe his car? Heck you have his license plate 711TPX. He's threatened your son. You have a phone. Do you call the cops now and send them to the school? How is he all up in your phone? Oh right, you don't have a lock code on it. How convenient. He's threatened your mom. Do you call the cops now??? Nope... Do you stop the scene and tell the director you quit because this movie sucks and you want a career after this POS? Nope. After giving up your ex employer, do you have to the nearest police station, all someone to dial 911? Nope. You call home and tell everyone to get out. Nope.

Awful movie. Just awful.

A solid enough road rage thriller, no great shakes and not up there with the true classics of the genre, but perfectly serviceable and watchable all the same. The main attraction here is big Russell Crowe playing against type as a demented killer who hooks on our (unfortunately bland) heroine to take out his frustrations. It's a short, to the point type of thriller with some surprisingly violence and shocks thrown into the mix, and a pretty good pace too.