Dragged half way round the world to his parents’ luxury yacht off Spain, brattish Will Shaw (Henry Cavill) isn’t exactly in the best of moods, but he becomes positively thunderous when he learns over the phone that his business back home has gone bust.
However, that’s soon the least of his concerns. Fate has got even worse things in store for Will. The next day his entire family is kidnapped – and bizarrely the police (or are they really the police?) seem to know exactly who he is when he seeks their help.
The key to it all is his bad-tempered, surly dad (Bruce Willis), a man who’s been hiding the naughtiest of secrets. He’s actually an agent and has gone off with a suitcase whose contents are vital to the kidnappers.
When dad Marti is shot dead, Will is on his own in a labyrinthine plot and with little clue as to how get his mum and irritating brother back.
The Cold Light Of Day gets off to an interesting enough start, but soon disappears into its own murkiness, a convoluted tale which leaves you little idea who the good guys are and little inclination to work it out.
Has his dad gone rogue? Or has his dad’s partner (Sigourney Weaver) double-crossed him? Do we care? Not really. The only true mystery is just why does hero Will manage to cope quite so well with it all. This is a film all about mad dashes through implausibility; a better film would have given us at least some inkling as to the horror which Will really ought to be feeling. Cavill suggests little in that respect.
Instead, he copes disarmingly well, which robs the film of much of its potential interest – and means that there’s really not too much point in us being overly concerned on his behalf. In fact, it’s remarkable just how little tension the film manages to conjure.