My wife was watching this on "Lifetime Television for Women." Right there, that should have given me a clue. Anyway, it was very much like a dozen other movies I've seen: a "sort of mildly interesting" plot that fizzles into a predictable, entirely anticlimactic ending.
Spoilers follow (although it's hard to spoil something this bad):
They kidnap her, but never lay a hand on her? They must be the only two teenage hoods in the world with no hormones.
They make no effort to conceal their identities, then express great surprise when she names them?
The prosecuting attorney just rolls over and plays dead when the tape is played in court? Not even a question of, "where did this new evidence come from?" Never even asks, "how do we know this tape is authentic?" Not even a little whimper of, "objection, your honor?"
But of course, we're supposed to accept all that, so that we can see the touching scene where the girl and her father come to a greater understanding. Sheesh. No wonder our population is becoming mentally dead.
Spoilers follow (although it's hard to spoil something this bad):
They kidnap her, but never lay a hand on her? They must be the only two teenage hoods in the world with no hormones.
They make no effort to conceal their identities, then express great surprise when she names them?
The prosecuting attorney just rolls over and plays dead when the tape is played in court? Not even a question of, "where did this new evidence come from?" Never even asks, "how do we know this tape is authentic?" Not even a little whimper of, "objection, your honor?"
But of course, we're supposed to accept all that, so that we can see the touching scene where the girl and her father come to a greater understanding. Sheesh. No wonder our population is becoming mentally dead.