Diane Lane is one of my favorite actresses, and she adds a lot of credibility to “Untraceable.” But this is really just a slicker version and slightly less graphic version of torture porn movies like “Saw” and “Hostel.” Lane plays an FBI agent in Portland who specializes in computer crimes. A widow, she works the nightshift so she can spend time with her young daughter.
A sicko twisted genius starts torturing and killing seemingly random victims live on the Internet. He rations the torture in direct relation to the number of visitors to his site. But even as “Untraceable” seems to offer commentary about our voyeuristic habits, it revels a bit too much in the scenes of torture. Time and again, we see the victims suffering as the FBI looks on hopelessly. After a while I just wanted to log off.
I was intrigued by the premise of “Untraceable” and I went along for the ride for the first hour or so. But I grew weary of the torture scenes, and I became exasperated when smart people started doing really dumb things just so the story could keep going. The last 15 minutes are particularly gratuitous and ludicrous. This is a well-made film with some good performances, but it’s too bloody and too bloody stupid.