(On VHS, September 2000) Little-seen low-budget Canadian film starring Newsradio‘s David Foley as a man who thinks himself falsely suspected of his boss’ murder. Clever premise for a take-off on Hitchcock’s thrillers (the credit sequence will hammer this home), but unfortunately, Foley’s character is written as too much of a doofus to be as sympathetic to the audience as Gary Cooper, James Stewart et al. It doesn’t help that the film deviates from its Hitchcockian mold and loses itself in sort of a travelogue across America. Jennifer Tilly disappoints with a short haircut. It’s not that the film is bad; there are a lot of laughs, David Foley is as good as usual and the film doesn’t feel like it’s low-budget. But it’s a disappointment that it can’t do more with what it starts out with.