There's never been a mole in the Secret Service, until now!! I don't know if there was actually anyone in the audience who didn't realize, after about two minutes, that the mole was the President's personal Secret Service agent, William Montrose (Martin Donovan), but if there was, I'd like to meet him.
I mean, c'mon. There are only so many options. First of all, you know it's not going to turn out that Michael Douglas is the mole because he's the central character and for him to be the mole would mean that he did something the director didn't show us, which would be beyond stupid (though some movies have definitely tried this method). That doesn't leave too many people. It basically leaves the next person down the credit list who isn't Kiefer Sutherland or Eva Longoria, neither of whom is part of the presidential detail.
Neither director Clark Johnson nor Martin Donovan even tries to make the audience think that Donovan isn't the culprit. From the first moment we see the character, he's sullen and staring off into space like a drugged animal.
Because Pete Garrison (Douglas) fails his polygraph, he immediately becomes the prime suspect of Secret Service investigator David Breckinridge (Kiefer Sutherland). Not only does Breckinridge not know the real reason for Garrison's failed test, but he also thinks Garrison slept with his wife and caused the break-up of his marriage. Garrison knows that the real reason he failed the polygraph is because he's sleeping with the President's wife, Sarah Ballentine (Kim Basinger).
Now, if I was Garrison, at this point I'd admit to boinking the First Lady as this would likely get Jack Bauer, er, Breckinridge, off my back. What I would not do is punch of few of my colleagues and make a run for it and try to solve everything myself. And I'm talking as a 30-something-year-old man and not the 63-year-old Douglas, who still looks good and is married to a woman thirty years younger. Unfortunately, Douglas doesn't really look like he runs that well anymore. It's that kind of run that looks like you're trying to avoid tearing anything.
And another thing, when has a first lady been hot enough that a Secret Service agent would want to sleep with her? And aren't there enough hot female ladder climbers in D.C. that risking your entire career to bed the First Lady wouldn't exactly be time well spent.
And is casting Kiefer Sutherland, who is reasonably believable as a cop/investigator, meant to balance casting Eva Longeria, who is not?
These are the sorts of questions that arise when the mystery is over after two minutes.
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