Something of a stillborn Frantic, Mexico City puts Stacy Edwards on a mission to find her lost brother, who's gone missing during a layover in the titular city. The embassy is no help, so of course she teams up with a cab driver to scour one of the largest cities in the world all by themselves.

And miraculously, she turns up the evidence, by questioning bar bums and drug dealers, and eventually uncovering some photographs shot by her bro which implicate some Mexican higher-ups in the drug trade.

The annoying score might keep your attention on the screen, but the story is both so unbelievable and uninspiring that it's hard to pay it much mind. Stacy Edwards, as our precious heroine, wallows at a low point in her acting career, obviously hoping this would evolve into a gritty Traffic or Salvador instead of looking a like a straight-to-video, budget thriller.

And guess which one it is?