Forgo some of the made-for-TV jank and you're left with a competent, drama-led thriller about trauma, guilt and the rippling effects these emotions have on those afflicted. Some will bemoan it's drama focus and glacial pace, especially with the Blumhouse monikor atop the poster, but if you prefer your thrillers more understated I think you'll have a decent time with The Passenger. It's not perfect, but what's here is good with some extra fat to chew on after your viewing is over.

[spoiler]While I'm probably not as disturbed as either Randy or Benson, I did relate with the former on a pretty personal level. Randy has sunken into himself, hiding away and removing himself to avoid any chance he may disturb or alter anyone elses life following a troubling childhood experience. This is to the detriment of his personal relationships and prospects, but lessens the chance of conflict or change to almost zero. He is also at the beck and call of his overbearing mother, who is equally protective as she is hindering. To say I see myself in this character would be an understatement, and is a large part of why this movie was so gripping to me. It did make me self reflect and think about maybe reaching out to old friends, and putting myself out there a bit more instead of hiding away all the time. I guess that's the sign of good art; when it personally speaks to you and possibly affects change. [/spoiler]