In the sci-film film, Hayden Christensen teleports through time, space, and enormous plot holes.
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I'll say this much for "Jumper" – it's got a great premise. Or at least the beginnings of a premise. It's about a young man, David Rice (Hayden Christensen), who has the ability to instantly teleport himself anywhere in the world he can imagine. Believe me, many is the time I have wished for this gift while enduring a bad movie.
I didn't exactly want to be teleported out of the theater where I saw "Jumper," but only because it kept threatening to become interesting. Based on a young adult novel by Steven Gould and directed by Doug Liman ("Mr. And Mrs. Smith"), it can't quite make up its mind whether to be a boy's book fantasy or a roiling psychological drama with neat special effects. Liman and his screenwriters don't want to be accused of making just another CGI spectacular, but the seriousness that they offer up seems misplaced. David is self-absorbed without having much of a self to absorb.
Raised by a belligerent father (Michael Rooker) after his mother (Diane Lane) left him at age 5, David discovers in high school that he has the ability to zip anywhere he pleases. (It's a nice touch that his first official act is robbing a bank.) Pretty soon he's living in a New York penthouse – one of those cold, soulless aeries that filmmakers haul out whenever they want to instruct us that money isn't everything. An average day for David is lunch atop the Sphinx in Egypt, dinner in Paris, dessert in Tokyo. Imagine the time this guy saves avoiding airport security.