Assassins are often considerate of others.
Bruce Beresford's plodding 2006 suspense yarn The Contract would have made for a snappy action thriller had it been produced by a company like Golan Globus during the early 1980's. However, as a modern suspense picture spearheaded by the director of Driving Miss Daisy, this flaccid tale of a grieving father and son's encounter with a highly-trained military assassin in the perilous mountains of Washington seems strangely antiquated when compared to other modestly produced nail-biters conceived over the past ten years. The central story is predictable to a fault, generating little tension as it blindly stumbles its way to a very weak conclusion that is neither satisfying nor particular interesting. Of course, had Hollywood heavyweights Morgan Freeman and John Cusack given two purple craps about this project, perhaps something could have been salvaged from Stephen Katz and John Darrouzet's painfully humdrum script. Since nobody on-board seems remotely inspired to deliver a product that is anything but wholly mediocre, it's probably in your best interest to leave The Contract on the shelf where you found it. This is a Steve Railsback vehicle, at best, though it's certainly no Street Corner Justice. Then again, what is?
Recipe For Disaster: Two Actors Who Couldn't Care Less + One Sagging Screenplay + If I Lived In Washington, I'd Be Offended
A Note To Mr. Railsback: No offense, buddy. You know you're the man.
Private Wars proved that to everyone.