The film forgets where it is supposed to go, and in doing so, fails to capitalize on what would be an engaging storyline. All you really need to know is it stars Julianne Moore, and several others whose names I don't care to mention, either because they do not exist, or I just can't remember them.
Kind of makes sense given the title, no?
I can see your point. Now I should get to mine.
The Forgotten stumbles its way through a dimly-lit hallway, moving cautiously for fear of falling, yet spritely enough to land flat on its unimaginative face. Joseph Ruben's attempt at intrigue is met with a sigh or snore (depending on your blood/alcohol level) as it bounces back and fourth between a lackluster start, numerous ill-paced and senseless plot twists, as it tries in vain to guide the audience to an ultimately frustrating, and annoyingly uninformative conclusion. This beast of cinematic burden may pull a lot of weight - it just had the misfortune of pulling it straight down on top of itself. Ruben's Rubik's cube of a directorial effort will no doubt be remembered by the majority of film-goers as an example of what to avoid like rats during the bubonic plague, serve as a sleep aid for the insomniac inherent among all of us, or--better yet-- be Forgotten altogether, much like its narrative thread.