Journalist Brea, and her boyfriend John, travel from the coast to the mountains for a romantic weekend. At a gas station along the way, they are accosted by a group of men on motorcycles. They continue on to their secluded rental home, unaware that they have come into possession of a mobile phone. The phone is important to a group of sex traffickers which the bikers are desperate to retrieve.
There's a new wave of great brothas out there writing and directing. As a black man, it's exciting to see brothas (and sistas) making moves and comin up. But this is another sad example of the mediocrity and drivel that gets funded and marketed, and then in turn sets black directors and writers back a few steps. The movie is boring. Nothing about this is tense or interesting. All the characters are one-dimensional, and predictable.
Still not sure how an international sex trafficking ring really played that much into this. Oh, and what's with spelling it TRAFFIK? Traffick would have worked, and made more sense. But just like the title spelling, the rest of the movie didn't make sense. Omar Epps is straight to Blu Ray now, and they just went and found the most stereotypical white boys they could get. But Paula Patton....daaaymn.
That girl is hot! But it's not worth the $$ just to see a few scenes with her in little clothing. The writer/director of this movie is the same dude that made other embarrassments like Chain Letter and Nite Tales. OH, and if you read his bio...dude lies.
He didn't play at SDSU, he was there for one year and left because he wasn't a starter. He didn't get a degree there, either. And he didn't play pro ball. Everything about this movie, just like the director, is straight bulls**t. Don't waste your time, bruh.
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