You’ve probably seen the coming attractions. Tall, handsome Liam wakes from a car accident to find that his wife—the beautiful January (aka Barbie) Jones—fails to recognize him (but seriously, January has such an empty look in her eyes you think maybe she’s just an idiot and forgot). But it’s not just that Barbie draws a blank. She’s also married to another man who claims he’s Liam (hello Aidan Quinn!) and they—together with the attending physician at that hospital—think that Liam’s suffering from the after-effects of the accident. Or maybe he’s just plain crazy.
While a bit slow to start—aside from the car accident, no one is killed for at least 20 minutes—the action finally picks up with the arrival of Diane Kruger, playing a tough Bosnian taxi driver who pulls Liam single-handedly from the icy canal. No wallflower she, Diane is responsible for offing the majority of the bad men and regularly comes to our man Liam’s aid.
It is a nice movie to look at. In addition to the aforementioned buffed and burnished Ms. Jones, there are the fine architectural details of snowy Berlin, Mr. Neeson’s furrowed brow and the always welcome hulky presence of Frank Langella.
I found the resolution of the story to be more satisfactory than has been reported by other reviewers. It turns out that Liam—a hired assassin on assignment with Barbie—created his fake identity to carry out a mission and then, with the bump on the head, forgot it was fake. Silly Liam. In the end, all the ruckus he causes, ie dead hit men, flaming car chases, trashed apartments, bring Mr. Langella to town to off Liam and clean up the mess. Thank goodness Ms. Kruger’s around to save his ass.