This is a tough film to review or to even talk about really. It's mediocre in most respects, and really nothing much of note happens for good chunks of it. And yet, there's something about it that's appealing and fun. It's probably the touch of directory Kevin S. Tenney. It's clear he's a bit disinterested here but still can't help making a film that's light and funny and playful.
The camera-work announces this, swooping in and out of windows at will. Ami Dolenz is appealing as usual, her great horror year of 93 (see also: Ticks and Pumpkinhead 2) a classic lesson of how sub-par acting in low- budget films can still be remembered and even "good" in some sense if done with the right intentions.
Maybe the best character to sum up this film is that of the ex-boyfriend cop whose first entrance into the film announces him as an angry douchebag type, meant to cause problems for Ami. But by his second scene he already shows remorse, and even apologizes to Ami. After this, while still retaining his douchebaggery, he helps and even saves her in the end. I don't want to use the word complex, but if he's comprised of notes it's at least three, which is two more than necessary in a flick like this and most of its ilk.
Also there's a scene where a 60's hippie chick is hit by a wrecking ball into the mystery machine and you get a nice shot of the van exploding and her mannequin with it, which is pretty cool.
The camera-work announces this, swooping in and out of windows at will. Ami Dolenz is appealing as usual, her great horror year of 93 (see also: Ticks and Pumpkinhead 2) a classic lesson of how sub-par acting in low- budget films can still be remembered and even "good" in some sense if done with the right intentions.
Maybe the best character to sum up this film is that of the ex-boyfriend cop whose first entrance into the film announces him as an angry douchebag type, meant to cause problems for Ami. But by his second scene he already shows remorse, and even apologizes to Ami. After this, while still retaining his douchebaggery, he helps and even saves her in the end. I don't want to use the word complex, but if he's comprised of notes it's at least three, which is two more than necessary in a flick like this and most of its ilk.
Also there's a scene where a 60's hippie chick is hit by a wrecking ball into the mystery machine and you get a nice shot of the van exploding and her mannequin with it, which is pretty cool.