So, the husband and I watched Untraceable on demand last night. It was his idea, because he told me it was filmed in Portland and I have no reason not to believe him.
I say that because I have no recollection of this movie being made, other than a vague recollection that I read somewhere that Colin Hanks was in town. The Broadway Bridge, the one we use all the time, was apparently infested with movie-types.
I won't publish any spoilers (although really-- if you're that big a fan of Hanks, Diane Lane or soft core torture porn you should already have seen this movie), but I do want to say that they really should have cast one of Peter Scolari's kids as the baddie. It would have been one delicious shout out.
Anyway, the movie got points for actually taking place in Portland. There's no shooting in Vancouver and saying it's The Bronx in this movie. The name "Portland" is said so often, I'm pretty sure the writer got paid per mention. This movie puts Gus van Sant's local references to shame. Not only did they reference actual neighborhoods and attractions, they didn't really location-hop too much, like every movie ever made in San Francisco does (Not every one is San Francisco commutes via cable car. In fact, no one does. Stupid iconic landmark).
The plot itself is too implausable not to notice. Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory has more realism. The reviews are right-- the message about the public's thirst for and disconnect from violence is a little lost behind all the torture and killing in the movie itself. But the location porn was pretty good. At least it makes Portland look awfully well-wired.
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