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85 MINUTES | BOSTON COMMON + FENWAY + FRESH POND + CIRCLE/CHESTNUT HILL + SUBURBS Which is more disturbing, the specter of terrorism or the obnoxious person you’re crammed next to for six hours on a cross-country flight? Veteran horror director Wes Craven combines the two and comes up with a bore. Rachel McAdams is a luminous talent waiting for a breakout role; she won’t find it as Lisa, a workaholic functionary at a swank Miami hotel. Flying back home after attending a funeral, Lisa’s at first charmed by her seat mate (Cillian Murphy, looking disarmingly like documentarian Ken Burns), then shocked when he tells her that her father (Brian Cox, who gets to sleep a lot) will be killed if she doesn’t assist in a plot to assassinate the Head of Homeland Security, who’ll be staying at her hotel. Craven gets some mileage out of the minimal confined setting (a ballpoint pen, a Dr. Phil book), but Murphy proves an unthreatening antagonist and McAdams is burdened by empowerment issues. One to watch on an airplane with the sound off.
BY PETER KEOUGH
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