the movie stops in its tracks long enough to ogle an extended smooch whose slurping seems scientifically calculated to take things to the brink of an R rating
made off with the plot and replaced it with a laughably predictable PG baby spy drama riddled with flat dialogue and aimed squarely at teen girls and their wallets
for a guy who alternately got to play crusader, hunk, and sidekick in his signature role, "Abduction'' is a stock gig, but Nyqvist makes the most of it
Abduction just seems silly from here through to the finale, a complicated set-piece staged at Pittsburgh's scenic PNC Park during an actual Pirates-Mets game last year
a haggardly slapdash "Bourne Identity" knockoff, never rising above the level of basic competence. Lautner's fans should line up in droves; other demos may go missing