One would think that an actress with the last name Eastwood could muster up a half-decent performance.

Ms. Eastwood single-handedly ruined what could have been a breezy Saturday past time. I am a major fan of Mary Higgins Clark's books. However, I have come to terms with the fact that if you've seen one of her books-turned-movies you know what to expect: a cartoonish villain, a limp-acting leading lady, and a bunch of peripheral characters you won't care what happens to one way or another. Still this was dragged to the gutter by possibly the worst acting I've seen on this side of the Twilight saga.