The idea behind this movie: that dreams could be "shared" via a machine in a stainless steel suitcase, and then that an idea could be implanted in someone's mind so changing their behavior is a good one, but it could have been explored without 40 chase scenes, twenty buildings blowing up and a million dudes firing heavy weaponry from cars, trucks and sno-cats. After a while it just gets dumb. And speaking of dumb the entire plot revolves around Our Hero getting back to his two entirely charming little kids playing on the lawn. Yawn. Course there's a mysterious Asian super duper rich dude who buys and airline to facilitate the plot, and a waif-girl who hold the key to success and a team of cool righteous dudes who manage to take a hail of bullets without getting hit -- well one guy does, but all the action scenes, which are at least half the film might as well be out of Superman XIV meets 007 VIII. Eventually I made toast and fast forwarded when I got back.