I actually watched this movie weeks ago, but didn’t get around to writing the review for it until today because, well. . . meh.
And at this point, I confess I barely remember anything about this one because, well. . . meh.
What I do remember is that it stars Kiefer Sutherland as an ex-cop takes a night-job as a security guard at a department store that used to be a psychiatric hospital and was recently gutted by a fire. Lots of bad stuff happened in that thar building, in other words, and not of it had to do with sales on acid-washed jeans.
Anyway, Kief soon begins to believe the mirrors in the store are out to get him, which they sort of are, except that it turns out not to be the mirrors so much as the escaped demon from the nun lady who was treated for multiple-personality disorder in the store way back when it was a hospital and she was a little girl. Luckily, even though the hospital was later converted into said store, said store apparently never went down to their own basement, which rather conveniently leaves Kief with the perfect way to solve the problem he’s having with the crazy mirrors.
You see, down in the basement there’s this crazy spinning mirror treatment room — the very same crazy spinning mirror treatment room that the hospital used in an attempt to make the nun lady merge her multiple personalities into a single self, only it kind of backfired when it turned out she didn’t have multiple personality disorder at all, but instead was POSSESSED BY THE DEVIL. Whoopsie!
Now Kief knows he has to track down the nun lady and get her back in that crazy spinning mirror treatment room, or else the mirrors will, like, destroy the planet. Or something like that. I mean, honestly, this movie made less sense than that song “American Pie” by Don McLean. And, as everyone knows, that song makes NO SENSE WHATSOEVER.
So, you should be surprised when I now confess I didn’t find this movie to be absolutely unwatchably bad, despite its many myriad flaws. In fact, I not only watched this movie, I watched ALL of this movie, which is not something I can say about the other two movies I rented that same weekend. Kief looks good, the effects are decent, etc. In other words, if it sounds like your kinda thing and you don’t get all het up when you’re asked to suspend so much disbelief you’ve practically invented a new religion, go for it. You could do a lot worse.
And as evidence of that, I bring you the movie that’ll be reviewed here tomorrow: Yeti: Curse of the Snow Demon. Stay tuned for the hilarious details of that total stinker, as well as some extremely nostalgic drooling over the great Peter DeLuise, of 21 Jump Street and Yeti: Curse of the Snow Demon “fame.” (Dang, he still looks gooooooo-oood!)
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Genre: Horror
Cast: Kiefer Sutherland, Paula Patton, Amy Smart, Jason Flemyng
Sorry the blog has been radio-silent for the last week or so — I went out of town for several days of sunshine, warmth, and adorableness (my 1 year-old niece and 3 year-old nephew and 35 year-old twin sister and 29 year-old mother (hi, Mom!)), and neglected to alert you all to the fact I’d be out of commission for a bit. Sorry about that! I had lofty plans to get a lot of reviews written while I was out of town, but at the last minute had to leave my laptop at home (I’m nursing an injured shoulder and it was just too heavy!). Such is life when you are a blogger with lots of broken body parts.
I really wanted to like this novel, about a Southern woman whose house is commandeered by the Confederate Army during the battle of Franklin in 1864 and turned into a hospital. I was surprised to read the description of it when I stumbled across the book a few weeks ago because for 
These two memoirs, the first written by the father of the author of the second, offer a unique look inside the world of methamphetamine addiction. When his son Nic became a meth addict, David’s primary mechanism for coping was gathering information. As a non-fiction writer/journalist, it was only natural that that information, along with stories of his experiences as the father of an addict, would be woven together into a book.
What are you supposed to be doing in February if you live in the Pacific Northwest? Here’s a hint: it’s not spending the first truly sunny and glorious weekend watching really tremendously bad movies like I’ve been doing (in my defense, I’m out of commission due to a shoulder injury).
You know what’s really weird about this movie? The cover of the DVD. I’ve probably passed it a gazillion times in the movie rental store and never picked it up. Why? Because I’ve been burned a few too many times by really, really terrible snake movies (Anaconda, Python, Python TWO, Anaconda TWO, the list goes on and on). See that snake on the cover? Forget it. Me and killer snake movies are done. Finis. Over. Kaput.
I’m having a hard time with this one. I actually saw it over a week ago and I STILL can’t decide if I liked it or not. The film, based on a novel by Robert B. Parker, has all of the elements that I typically love about Westerns: intense male bonding, a smidge of romance, good guys versus bad guys, where the good guys aren’t really all that “good” but aren’t as “bad” as the bad guys so it’s close enough, etc. But at the same time, there’s almost too MUCH of the stuff I typically love about Westerns — which is the exact same problem I had with Parker’s novel, so I suppose this should have come as no surprise.
Really? You had a concept like “Zombies Anonymous,” a movie about a support group for zombies who just want to be loved, and THIS is what you did with it?
This incredibly gripping and brilliantly-written historical mystery gives us a new spin on the old story of Louis Charles, the son of Marie Antoinette, who was imprisoned as a boy when his parents were executed as part of the republican takeover of France in the 1790′s. The boy, only 8 at the time his father was killed, was tortured, forced into labor, and eventually locked in a dark prison cell with virtually no human contact for months. He became ill and died. And the moment his death was announced to the people of France, the rumors of his daring escape came to life.