The reviews land in the middle, and most critics agree on why: this is another Harlan Coben adaptation that is silly, preposterous and hard to stop watching. The praise clusters on pace and cast. Nearly everyone credits the speed of the plotting for carrying viewers past the nonsense, and several single out Chi McBride and Logan Browning as bickering FBI partners who are the best thing in it; Radio Times suggests they could carry a spin-off. Sam Worthington is judged a sound action lead, and The i Paper credits him and Britt Lower with sincere performances that make the nonsense watchable.
The reservations cluster on the twists. Critics count plot holes, red herrings, clunky exposition and reveals that strain belief; The Telegraph finds one reveal the stupidest it can remember. The spread is wide, from Variety’s outright enthusiasm to The Independent finding it awful yet irresistible. The AV Club and Digital Spy dissent further, finding it flat and skippable rather than addictive.
