If you focus on the effective casting of John Travolta and Vince Vaughan, Domestic Disturbance may grab your attention as a thriller that hits too close to home. After playing a greasy villain in Swordfish, Travolta ably serves up the good-guy charm as a divorced father who must rescue his teenage son from a murderous new stepfather, played by Vaughan with bad-tempered relish. Director Harold Becker is worthy of better material (like his earlier hit Sea of Love), but he handles this B-movie potboiler with professional flair, particularly in the setup involving an accomplice (the ever-reliable Steve Buscemi) who threatens to destroy Vaughan’s small-town respectability. The plot’s about as plausible as Britney Spears in a remake of Sophie’s Choice, relying heavily on lame-brained cops and vast chasms in logic, but by the time Travolta and Vaughan engage in their inevitable showdown, even childless viewers may feel a twinge of parental instinct. –Jeff Shannon
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Swordfish is a superficial movie, so let’s address the superficial facts: Halle Berry was well paid to bare her breasts in this gratuitous cyber-action thriller, and while Berry’s many fans will enjoy a cheap drool at the actress’s expense, her brief topless scene doesn’t justify this insipid parade of glossy violence from the director of 2000’s Gone in 60 Seconds. Add yet another notch in John Travolta’s bad-movie belt, and you’ve got Hollywood bankruptcy in full blossom. Go ahead, marvel at director Dominic Sena’s biggest money shot–a 360-degree pan as a robbery hostage is blown to bits by a bomb that pelts a surrounding SWAT squad with deadly ball bearings. The plot, as if it matters: Travolta’s a slick, self-appointed antiterrorist who recruits a top-flight computer hacker (Hugh Jackman) to transfer a $9.5 billion government slush fund into a cluster of secret accounts. Berry’s the curvaceous bait who lures Jackman into the scheme; Don Cheadle’s an FBI agent hot on their tails; and an obligatory subplot turns Jackman’s daughter (Camryn Grimes) into an innocent bargaining chip. By the time a hostage transport bus is airlifted in the film’s not-so-thrilling climax, Swordfish will hold your passive attention or put you to sleep–it all depends on your tolerance for Sena’s brand of derivative bloodlust. It’s pornography of a sort, and efficiently mechanical, but you can bet good money that Berry and her costars didn’t cash their paychecks proudly. –Jeff Shannon