Apart from some crudely manipulated but quite effective suspense terror at the end, this is almost a disaster. Nubile teenager Reese Witherspoon, teetering off to school in full warpaint, boobs hanging out of her mini, is clearly not destined for a long virginity. What father William Petersen is doing allowing this can only be imagined, but unsurprisingly the entire family is soon in the clutches of the date from hell, a soft-voiced psycho (Mark Wahlberg), whom Reese meets hanging out with his wild-eyed mates at the local pool hall. She thinks that she sees a gentler side to him, but it's only a cover for the rages that surface whenever he sees her with anyone he considers threatening. Once she gets the picture, Reese tries to cast him aside. Too late, too late, and the scene is set for one of the confrontational set pieces at which Hollywood excels - although the villain shooting his own henchmen is one cliché too many even for this heap of unconvincing contrivances.