Red Eye.

First, the good news.  Cillian Murphy?  Still hot.

But yes, I have bad news as well. 

C'mon, Wes Craven--you can do better than this.  If anyone else had made this movie, it would have been fine.  Dumb in parts, but fine.  But that's the problem.  Anyone else could have made this movie.  It was just... generic.

Your heroine didn't do stupid things, for the most part.  I'll give you that.  The beginning of the movie--the airport, the plane--that was well done.  It started to fall apart when they landed in Miami.  After she got away from Cillian by jamming a pen in his windpipe and escaping onto a train, don't you think that might have been a good time for her to borrow someone's cellphone and call 911?  Really.  Granted, that might have made plotting the end of the movie more difficult, but it would have made more sense.

Also, the precocious kid.  Okay, I'll let you get away with having the kid be the only other person on the plane to notice that Cillian was a creep.  (Why didn't you throw in a puppy that didn't like him, too?  Did you decide that would be overkill?)  The quizzical eyebrow was a little much.  But when she trips him by shoving her bag in the aisle, it would have been pretty awesome if he had just bitchslapped her there and then.  Because secretly, she was annoying.

And what was that, at the end?  Dad gets knocked out.  Okay.  No big deal.  But then we see him wake up.  It takes him ten minutes to stand up, grab the gun and save the day?  Lame.

I know that you can do better than this.  I keep defending you, reminding people about your days of making wonderful ground-breaking movies.  Please please please don't prove me wrong again.

But, man.  Cillian Murphy.