Formulaic, half-baked film about Robbie, the weird bullied kid with unique and sinister powers; Heather, his pretty friend from childhood whose doting British dad is a cop; Greg, the cool jock-jerk with carnal desires for Heather; Heather's friends and Greg's friends, none of whom contribute a whole lot except as filler; and finally, Father Henry, the kooky "priest" played by Christian Slater who's read some arcane medieval texts and has Robbie all figured out.
Good cinematography with pretty scenery makes WAY OF THE WICKED basically watchable. Still, this hinders as much as it helps because you may be left wishing you hadn't bothered to finish it. The plot follows the same pattern that's been done--and done much better--a gazillion times before. Full of loose ends and unanswered questions, e.g., Why don't the cops question Heather about Greg? Some routine, unimaginative, tacked-in twists and "surprises." Most of the script, Robbie's excepted, is similarly lame.
Another film where it doesn't seem the makers had much of a clue what to make happen, particularly when it came to ending it, so they said with a shrug, "Oh, well, let's just get this out and make a few Redbox bucks off it."
Good cinematography with pretty scenery makes WAY OF THE WICKED basically watchable. Still, this hinders as much as it helps because you may be left wishing you hadn't bothered to finish it. The plot follows the same pattern that's been done--and done much better--a gazillion times before. Full of loose ends and unanswered questions, e.g., Why don't the cops question Heather about Greg? Some routine, unimaginative, tacked-in twists and "surprises." Most of the script, Robbie's excepted, is similarly lame.
Another film where it doesn't seem the makers had much of a clue what to make happen, particularly when it came to ending it, so they said with a shrug, "Oh, well, let's just get this out and make a few Redbox bucks off it."