Poor Tyler Perry is not up to the task of replacing Morgan Freeman, who anchored earlier adaptations of James Patterson’s prurient thrillers about the wise FBI profiler Alex Cross (Kiss the Girls, Along Came a Spider). But even if Perry hadn’t given a somnolent performance, he couldn’t have salvaged Rob Cohen’s slapdash production. No discernible detecting takes place; there’s just a mad dash from one crisis to another, and the casual treatment of tortured women represents misogyny at its most dunderheaded. As for Matthew Fox’s preening villain Picasso, the result is even sillier than the time in Lost when Fox’s Jack went bad and started doing prescription drugs and grew that awful beard.
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