A spotless (too spotless) US federal agent who is dedicated to hunt down pedophiles faces a mission: to rescue children from the sexual exploitation in Latin America. The turns of the script take him to a terrorist camp with a terrible boss where, in addition to abusing minors, cocaine is processed.
That would be all if it weren’t for the fact that the film, worthy of a Saturday afternoon on platforms due to its tiresome pace and its simple solutions (the hero is never really in danger), had not been the subject of a marketing campaign that appealed to religious sentiment. and paranoia.
But since that’s the least of it and we’re talking about cinema here, we must state that there is a good character (the ex-criminal turned avenger played by Bill Camp), a straightforward story and some low blows that, to move people, appeal to the face of a sad child
There is no blood (luckily) and there is too many stereotypes (Unfortunately). In fact, everything comes out so clean that one wonders why there are human trafficking networks if they are solved with a little goodwill and ingenuity. And precisely there, in that simplicity, lies the meaning of the film: that we believe that it exists because nobody cares or because (the so-called paranoia) there are “interests” that prevent solving it. No, but hey, this is a film column, nothing more.