Heat shimmers from the asphalt, twisting patience into something sharp and brittle. In the gridlock of a Los Angeles morning, William Foster sits in a sweltering car. The air conditioner is dead. A fly lands on his cheek. And with a quiet finality, he steps out of his car to begin a single-minded mission: to get home to his daughter.
Michael Douglas embodies Foster with a clenched jaw and a si...
