Indiewire - When Nick Cassidy (Sam Worthington) climbs out of a widow gets on the ledge of the Roosevelt Hotel, right in the middle of Manhattan, his life has so gone to shit you can believe he's ready to end it. Having recently escaped custody while attending his father's funeral, Nick has already spent two years in a jail for a crime he didn't commit, the theft of a valuable jewel. His appeals have run out and he's facing a considerable stretch at Sing Sing, narrowing his choices down to whiling in a cell block or splattered on a literal street block. But that suspension of disbelief only goes so far, because unless it's Gwyneth Paltrow lying on a gurney, few movies are gonna have the lead die this early on. So Nick's job is not to convince us, but the cops who have quickly flooded into the hotel and onto the street below, that he wants to kill himself. And so begins "Man On A Ledge," which starts off as a promising compact little thriller, but eventually unravels into something far more conventional and absurd.