The movie is essentially a bit of every Hollywood cliché you can imagine, man in wilderness pursued by bad guys who killed his wife... Man is cop, he was in LA (so, yes, you have the mean urbans versus pure rurals here, the wet dream of the likes of Sarah Palin)... The musical score underlining the bits that the stiff acting simply can't carry is abominable, and sooo predictable: Man drives truck = country music, Man being despondent and self-pitying = slow and mournful violins, etc.... Avoidable to the max. There is the entire beginning is a set-up for the end. Boy plays with slingshot.... you know he's going to use it to save dad. You just know it, because it is so inorganic.
Half a star for the audience that can make it through this bilge.
Half a star for the audience that can make it through this bilge.