Direct-to-video thriller starts out as a nifty exploitation version of The Vanishing but runs out of ideas and sinks into inanities cribbed from The Shining.
Over the past few years a number of American films have tried to invoke the early '70s stylistically while tackling adult or taboo subject matter - I'm thinking of Monster's Ball, In the Bedroom, Blue Car, Edward Norton's Down In The Valley .
Blue Car is terrific, but The King is the one that gets everything right.
Mildly-diverting drive-in nonsense written by John Carpenter, with Bubba Smith and Lee Ving (!) in supporting roles, and Tommy Lee Jones doing his thing - he's like Joe Don Baker's gentler younger brother, the one you could have a beer with without ending up dead. Maybe.