Crowe is terrifying as a fat pissed off guy whose job has fucked him over and is now on a rampage in pursuit of Pistorius and her son, Bateman, who both give excellent performances as well. Very well filmed with car crashes that will make you cringe, you still have to wonder about whether you really need to be watching something like this, which revels in Crowe's violence toward anyone connected with Pistorius. The diner scene is sickening, for instance. But luckily, the film doesn't drag out too long. The story is somewhat marred by police who never show up on time, but it was filmed in the New Orleans area, although you might not recognize it. ( )