The Story:
Jordan Turner (Halle Berry) is a 9-1-1 operator. One night she takes a frantic call from a girl who thinks someone is in her house. The call gets disconnected, so Jordan calls back. Sadly, the killer (Michael Eklund) hears the phone ring, finds the girl, and tells Jordan that it's too late for the cops to do anything, and kills the girl. Obviously shaken, Jordan cannot dispatch any longer. She now trains the new operators, and happens to be conducting training when another call from another girl, Casey, (Abigail Breslin) comes in. The operator doesn't know what to do, and Jordan takes over. She tries to calm her, but when she discovers that it is the same guy from the other call, Jordan cannot rest until she finds Casey.
This wasn't that bad of a movie.
Again, WWE Studios plays it smart by hiring real actors including Morris Chestnut and Micahel Imperioli to round out the cast, while slipping in a wrestler, David Otunga, who doesn't embarrass himself onscreen.
I use the word "wrestler" loosely in Otunga's case.
:)
In fact, the movie crackles along fairly well for the first 2/3rds of the movie. It's rather tense pacing and believable enough that you care for both women on each end of the phone.
After watching the movie, I think I have come to the conclusion that 911 operators probably do have one of the worst jobs in the world! Talk about hectic and stressful.
The wheels slightly come off at the very end when this operator goes out to find the bad guy and confront him...alone!
Come on, really?
Fair enough, I see what they are going for, and the end is actually rather amusing because of what and how they did it.
But for that moment when Jordan takes to the streets, the movie suddenly grabs all the silly clichés and puts them on display.
Otherwise though, not too bad.
Final Grade: B-
Rewatchability/Purchase Factor: I don't think I would mind watching it again someday, but I'm in no hurry to add it to the collection.
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