I was thinking - they should make a movie called "Cereal Killer." It'd be about a murderer going around killing people who eat the wrong brand of breakfast cereal of a morning.
What have we got here? The raincoat wearing killer from "I know what you did last Summer" choosing his first victim in Jack the Ripper type weather. Oh man, movie insolence - she just outran the killer and now she's going back to retrieve her belongings which she dropped along the way. And of course, Mr. Raincoat stranger is still in the vicinity.
We then meet the Kung Fu master from "Best of the Best." "What are you counting 'em for?" He's drowning his sorrows in straight whiskey and cursing out his wife in his best Joe Pesci impersonation. Oh, don't tell me he's playing a burntout cop?
I think this is gonna be about a mental patient whose killing in dedication to his former psychiatrist, who's disassociated with him long ago, and now he's back tormenting her and breaching the useless restraining order she's placed out against him, right?
So we're introduced to group therapy and I'm guessing our killer is among this selected band of weirdos? Or is that too obvious?
Killer just struck again and takes limbs of the body and is sewing them back together like in that other silly movie "Pieces."
I think this movie's just riding off the back of the success of "Silence of the Lambs" and "Seven," which are far superior movies.
This one seems to be confined to the same three bleak filming locations in a tiny environment. It livens up a tad though when Nicole Sheridan is plied silly with shots of tequila, by some opportunistic scumbag, and juices the screen up with a raunchy sex scene.
Holy crap, Don The Dragon Wilson? What's he doing in this?
Movie doesn't reach any high points as a lot of the running time is chewed up by one-on-one banal conversations.
I know who the killer is! I'll go out on a limb and say that it's the lady psychologist!
This movie just blatantly ripped off 2 scenes from "Silence of the Lambs" and "Seven" with no shame. (Think - Little Trees, basement bodies, and Lecter in the ambulance.)
Movie points at everyone being the killer, keeping it a guessing game till the end. But no doubt whoever it is you won't care!
Who the hell is Rachel? She wasn't even in the movie! Her justification for mutilating girls was less than paper thin! "Remember Aunt Betty? Well I'm her cousin's cousin sister from the funny farm, which you abandoned, so now I'm running around murdering complete strangers to be at one with myself." Frigging please! How weak.
The climax of this movie is worse than erectile dysfunction!
Imagine a woman going to bed with the man of her dreams and he only lasts 5 seconds, leaving her laying there unfulfilled and bumfuzzled. (Does that 70's song, "More, More, More," mean anything?)
What a lame ending!
They reveal the killer at the end, who's a new character altogether, and she wasn't even a character in the movie to even begin with.
I wish I could use more R-rated language to express my disgust at the ending of this time waster!
This movie was cruising to a modest 4, or 5, out of 10 until that stupid conclusion to the identity of the uninspired killer revelation!
This reminds me of Eastwood's "Tightrope" movie - top movie, but who in the hell was the killer at the end?
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