Cert 18 Stars 1

In the wake of the tragic death of John Travolta’ wife Kelly Preston it seems desperately cruel to pan his latest film, but this thriller where he plays an obsessed fan who kidnaps his favourite actor, is sadly hide-behind-the-sofa terrible in every aspect.

It’s misconceived on an epic level by writer and director Fred Durst, better known as frontman of Florida rap-rock band Limp Bizkit.

This isn’t the worst performance I’ve seen of Travolta’s in the last couple of years, and I firmly believe and hope he still has at least one more glorious comeback left in him