Beresford is not an untalented director, and don't let this movie fool
you into thinking so. But there's little doubt that, despite some useful
suspense and a fair if completely unimaginative script, The Contract
is a film halted by bad craftsmanship. The old pun 'haste makes waste'
seems to be appropriate for this little film, as it runs along
uncritically, skipping important justifications and forgetting about
issues like character motivation in the process. Shot on beautiful
Bulgarian terrain (which may or may not resemble Washington state to an
acceptable degree), the film looks good but feels like a classic
B-movie. The only exception is Morgan Freeman, whose natural grace and
skill makes the film watchable.