When a mild-mannered businessman learns his identity has been stolen, he hits the road in an attempt to foil the thief — a trip that puts him in the path of a deceptively harmless-looking woman.
The premise is one with which anyone can sympathize, of being the victim of scam artists who, with little difficulty, get a hold of your credit card numbers and vital data and go on a massive buying spree before you can stop it. The poor schnook here is, ironically enough, a Denver-based mid-level financial services guy, Sandy Bigelow Patterson (Jason Bateman), who, after having been insultingly ordered by his boss (Jon Favreau) to send huge bonus checks to top company executives, agrees to join other mutinying workers in starting a new company. But the gig is imperiled when he’s arrested for running up huge tabs in Winter Park, Florida, being behind on credit card payments and in all ways having become a no-account.
That someone’s hijacked his name and financial wherewithal is easily established. But when a cop (Morris Chestnut) tells him it might take as long as a year to get the mess straightened out, the script feels like it’s piling on, just as it does when his new employer tells him he’s got just a week to go down to Florida and deal with it, or else his job’s history. Far-fetched may be the applicable term, or perhaps preposterous isn’t a stretch.