
My favorite moment in Contraband, a palate-cleansing little thriller that’s perfect for moviegoers sated by December’s buffet of prestige movies, comes just after Mark Wahlberg’s New Orleans super-smuggler, Chris Farraday, has been yanked off the straight-and-narrow by the inevitable lure of One Last Job. His wife’s none-too-clever brother owes a fortune to a drug gang, and in lieu of paying off the debt, Farraday agrees to ship off to Panama and sneak a huge stack of counterfeit money back through U.S. customs. While his wife frets and his children worry, the smuggler affects the kind of distant, determined, prisoner-of-fate routine …