Untraceable

Unwatchable. Unbearable. Unconscionable. Unconcoounablew.

These fews words capture the scope of Director Gregory Hoblit's and tireless screenwriters Robert Fyvolent and Mark Brinker's "Saw IV"-fucker "Untraceable". I'm sure Rita Wilson birthed Colin Hanks so she could see America vote for him to melt in a vat of acid. At least he was able to use morse code with his eyes through the internet to FBI Cyber Crimes Agent Diane Lane as he burned in the acid.

And there's that whole thing in the movie where who the fuck cares. And wait until you're skull fucked by the powerpoint FBI-Style presentation where Diane lays out that because the Killer's dad shot himself in the bridge here, and fell on a car here, and ate lunch here, and because his dad was was a college professor, and not dead before he was dead, that's why the Killer is killing people. Over the internet. In the same town where the FBI headquarters Diane works at is.

Make sure your Tivo and Onstar are working properly before you go outside because you might be captured and dangled over a running lawnmower by a cyber criminal.

P.S. Hey nerds out there, fetish this: There is are a lot of hand on mouse action.