Gone

Jill (Amanda Seyfried) discovers that her sister is suspiciously absent from her bed on the eve of a big test, and when she grabs her well-worn conspiracy-theory portfolio and drops by the police department, the cops are dismissive, to say the least. It turns out that only a year before, Jill wandered out of the deep, dark woods all muddy and disheveled, claiming that she’d been held captive by some barely glimpsed serial killer preying on local girls. Trouble is, all the cops have is Jill’s word on that count, and the investigation was inconclusive. Cue the ticking clock and plenty of red herrings as the cops try to rein in the off-her-meds Nancy Drew waving a gun around town while tracking down her sibling. Gone isn’t exactly bad. It’s lovely to look at and the comfortably ominous pacing gets Seyfried from Point A to B without too much down time. And the saucer-eyed lead deserves credit for pulling a decent performance out of what is ultimately a very pedestrian script. But the film is pretty much gone from the memory the minute you step out of the theater. Feather River Cinemas. Rated PG-13