A generally underappreciated thriller, which is a bit like a cross between "True Lies" and "Frantic". Gene Hackman plays a former CIA agent whose past catches up with him when his wife is kidnapped in Paris. Heretofore dismissed as a boring old fart by his teenage son (Matt Dillon), Hackman's exotic past and unsuspected resourcefulness are revealed as they strive to get their loved one back. Yes, it's a bit silly and the plot is alternately predictable and puzzling, so that I was repeatedly either two steps ahead or completely baffled, but the film is lifted by the quality of its performances and its superb use of locations. Dillon delivers a winning blend of surly rebelliousness and vulnerability, and Hackman is extraordinary, lending complexity and credibility to a character who could so easily have seemed ridiculous, in lesser hands. The genuine tenderness of Dillon and Hackman's father-son relationship is highly unusual, giving "Target" a distinctive flavour, unlike that of any other movie I can think of. It isn't another "Night Moves", but it's better than you might expect.