It’s not good when a movie about taking hostages drags on so long that you start to feel like one yourself. Proof of Life, the Meg Ryan-Russell Crowe drama that suffered such bad press while filming (not only was there that not-so-secret little fling between the stars, but a stand-in was killed in a truck accident), casts her as an American whose husband (David Morse) is kidnapped by cocaine bandits while building a dam in South America. Crowe is an Aussie cowboy negotiating the ransom. But because they go to the trouble to make his character an ex-commando, and because they wouldn’t dare expect audiences who have endured 2 ½ hours covering a four-month event to sit still for a major Hollywood movie that ends with a discussion group, you know it’s all going to come down to, in the immortal words of Robocop’s Kurtwood Smith, “Guns, guns, guns!” At least they give a part to David Caruso, whose post-“NYPD” fortune continues to be in danger of consignment to the “South Park” trivia game (“Ike! Do your impersonation of David Caruso’s career!”). C-