Whoa, whoa, whoa ... what do you mean you're out of pretzels?: "Red Eye"

It's official: I have a crush on Rachel McAdams.

First her winning personality was on full display in "Wedding Crashers." Now she plays a decent damsel in distress -- sort of -- in "Red Eye." I'm completely sold on her girl-next-door (but hot) vibe. Never bought it with Julia Roberts ("Conspiracy Theory"). Thought Jennifer Garner ("Dude, Where's My Car?") might have had it, but then she goes Affleck on us, proving she isn't as smart as "Alias" makes her out to be. That leaves us with Rachel, and that's fine by me.

As the trailers show us, McAdams is a hotel exec who finds herself seated next to Cillian -- did you that's pronounced "Killian?" Me neither -- Murphy on a red-eye flight back to Miami. After flirting with our heroine before the flight and during takeoff, Mr. Murphy reveals himself to be a bad man who wants McAdams to do bad things, and not the kind of stuff that involves a trapeze, coconut oil and a horse crop. No, he needs her to make it easier for a top Homeland Security official to get killed in her hotel. Otherwise Murphy's buddy will kill McAdams' dad. I gotta tell you, this is a turnoff for most girls.

That's our story in a nutshell, and at 85 minutes this movie doesn't get very complex. In a way, that's refreshing, and the able hands of director Wes Craven keep things moving along nicely. Sure, I was waiting for some twists and turns that never came, but it also wasn't bad to just sit back and see how these two kids were going to work everything out.

And both actors are solid. Murphy stays the villain course he plotted earlier this summer in "Batman Begins." What he lacks in size he makes up for with icy blue eyes; he delivered adequate menace, I thought. As for McAdams, she combined that fresh face with realistic emotion, from joking around early on to worrying about her dad the rest of the time. I was sold, but again, I'm a little biased.

In the end, this was a nice little late summer time-killer, easily worth matinee price. If you can tolerate the standard cat-and-mouse crap once the couple is off the plane, this is a perfect opportunity to turn off your brain. After all, our girl Rachel obviously did when she didn't ask for an upgrade to business class. Well, duh.