No good will come of this.
Michael Mann does an interesting kind of hostage thriller where it turns out Vincent is a hit-man and Max is forced to drive him around, getting more and more dragged into the work at hand.
Cruise plays against type and dispenses shitty edgelord philosophy about all life being meaningless and how Max should seize the moment as they travel to each hit. Foxx works well as "ordinary guy put on the spot".
Tense as it is, much relies on absurd coincidence/luck and the final act is preposterous. Stylishly shot and well acted I just couldn't get past some of the leaps of faith required for events to hang together when it's selling itself as a realistic thriller 6/10.