Working undercover to crack a dope ring, a Vegas cop (Jamie Foxx) unknowingly endangers the life of his 16-year-old son (Octavius J. Johnson) in this subtitle-free Americanization of the 2011 French thriller Sleepless Night. It starts menacingly enough, with ace scumbag-magnet Scoot McNairy dangling a double-dealing relative over home plate before setting the pitching machine on high and aiming it in his direction. Alas, Andrea Berloff’s screenplay has more holes than a trawlerman's net, none bigger than a gut-cut Foxx nursing a gaping wound for two-thirds of the picture while still managing to dodge bullets and roll with the punches. (To camouflage the excess bleeding, Foxx submits to more costume changes than Cher in concert.) A game-changing third act reveal was telegraphed early on, but no one could have predicted the ludicrous source of the day-saving final shot. Michelle Monaghan deserves better than a quintessential internal affairs officer, but audiences looking for unintentional laughs will strike gold. (2017) — Scott Marks
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