When you think about it, teleportation is a natural subject for the movies. You could even say that filmmakers do it all the time, already: in a typical film, when, say, a character walks out the door, it is often the case that the shot inside the house, of the person walking to his or her exit, was filmed on a soundstage, while the shot outside the house, of that same person stepping onto the sidewalk, might very well have been filmed in another city, or even another country. But these images are generally edited together so seamlessly that you don't have time to notice.
Jumper, which concerns a couple of young men who can leap instantly to any place in the world, wears its seams proudly—yet it keeps the action moving pretty fluidly across those seams. The two men in question don't necessarily get along, but for various reasons, they follow each other and chase each other, and in the space of a few minutes they might find themselves running through Asian streets and African dunes and the observation decks of American skyscrapers. It's all very brisk and unpredictable—but despite all the motion, the story itself never really goes anywhere.
The film takes its title and most of its prologue, but little else, from the novel of the same name by Steven Gould. The story begins with David Rice (Max Thieriot), a teenaged boy, accidentally discovering that he has the power to "jump" to other places when he finds himself in a life-threatening situation; one minute he is trapped under the ice in a frozen river, the next he is on the floor at his local public library. David's first few jumps are pure reflex actions, but he soon figures out how to control this talent; and after he runs away from home—his divorced father ...1