Another lightweight adaptation of a Stephen King short story that deserved a more considered approach. The script begins with a cod-sixth form-style poetry bid, and strives for deepness with some villainous monologues about the 'arc of descent' etc. But this is just a slow moving revenge fillm. Christian Slater is the draw here, as a Las Vegas peole traffiker, and he chews the scenery well but can't escape the terrible script or the corniness of the plot. Wes Bentley barely registers as the nominal lead, and appears to be going through the motions in order to work on the next film. I remember reading the story years back and I don't recall it being all that special, however, I'm sure with a bit more thought and expertise, this could've been something of substance. As it is, it's flat and unappetising.