This preposterous thriller has its roots in a legitimate concern, recently aired in the documentary The House I Live In: that the US war on drugs is becoming a theatre of cruelty, pumping up futile drug-arrest figures to appease the press.
It is avowedly based on a TV programme about the new "snitch" culture in which drug felons reduce their sentences by informing on others: invariably a clutch of soft-user easy targets, leaving the big players untouched. Dwayne Johnson plays a regular guy, horrified when his hapless son is entrapped by this process, and offers to take out a real drug kingpin (a baddie Mexican) single-handedly if they let his boy go free. The DA who takes this highly improbable deal is Susan Sarandon, giving the worst performance of her professional career: frowning, gasping and almost gurning with saucer-eyed emotion as stubborn, lovin' dad insists on being a total hero and righteous badass. Good intentions are all but submerged in nonsense.
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