1. Christopher eventually got around to fessing up, and Tony‘s response seemed little more than routine peevishness.

2. That Jack winces with disgust 24/7 in this hopelessly lousy white–collar high–tech thriller, like a man whose great burden is to be surrounded by people never quite as intelligent as he is, suggests two things, neither of them encouraging, about the forgettable "Firewall." The first is that the gremlins who cobbled together this exhausted genre pic really never cared who Jack is and why the character has got a bug up his butt as long as the producers secured their product–placement deals (with great fanfare, for instance, an iPod is used to confound the evildoers). The second is that Ford himself, in late middle age, seems bored stiff playing taciturn Harrison Ford–type heroes, with their suits and their gravitas, their honor and their tired old sprees of derring–do, and he jumps through his hoops projecting a lethal combination of wounded feelings and star peevishness.