Friday Movies: Untraceable
A small confession: I wrote an important part of today’s piece before I saw the movie. In fact, I woke myself very early morning, thinking that I would lull myself to sleep by thinking what I would say about Diane Lane but becoming so involved in the syntax that further snoozing was out of the question. As I was tucked under the covers, unequipped with writing materials, I forgot almost all of my finer points, but the spirit of my remarks stayed with me, and were only confirmed by Ms Lane’s latest film.
Once upon a time, telling you how much older I was than the actress in question would have made only me seem old. Now that I am sixty, those days are over. We shall draw a veil.
¶ Untraceable.