— Twenty-eight years ago I borrowed fourty dollars from my father, packed up an old, beat up suitcase, took a bus and came here. I was seventeen at the time. While I walked through the French Quarter, I looked out over the Mississippi and swore I’d never leave.
— Ever come close?
— Only once. When I looked down and saw that the suitcase was missing.

While it’s certainly “suspenseful” during key sequences, it’s ultimately too cliched and derivative to be entirely successful as a thriller […]. If you do decide to check this one out, however, watch for Geneviève Bujold […] ; she’s one of the film’s strongest elements. — FilmFanatic*