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"Prepare to be
driven insane," huh? I should have listened to the tagline on the front
of the DVD. Typically, when the cover of a DVD shows a cool, painted
scene and no shots of the movie itself, you're in for a horrible watch,
but I was lulled into a false sense of security when I bought another
excellent DVD from the store with a similarly painted cover, so I was
hopeful that this movie would be good as well. Again, in this case, the
tagline says it all. I should have listened. It was a warning written by
the very hand of God. The movie's premise isn't without promise, though.
A man is cheating on his wife with a beautiful and mysterious woman when
he kills her, and the movie chronicles his internal struggle as he
drives to dispose of the body. What could go wrong with a premise like
that? First of all, this movie plays out like a bad wannabe Japanese
horror flick. There are plenty of lame attempts at showing blurry,
ghostly images of women with long black hair crawling around on the
road, flickering in and out of frame, trying to look creepy.
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As bad as this movie is, those images are
actually the only cool thing on display here in this movie,
as some of them are cool and effective in spite of
themselves. Too bad that the rest of this movie doesn't bear
out the frightening potential of these ghostly effects. Most
of the movie consists of watching a boring, insane guy who
can't act drive around talking to himself and being scared
by stupid, ridiculous visions that don't look at all ghostly
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See, for every blurry, cool looking ghost, there's ten
more stupid visions that don't look remotely real or scary, but every
time the guy sees one of them he jumps and screams and loses control of
his car. It happens so often that it actually becomes rote and boring by
the halfway point in the film. We're supposed to sit with rapt attention
through this snoozefest while the long, pointless flashbacks slowly
tally up until we get a picture of what happened in the days before this
guy killed his lover, but the truth is, by that point in the movie, we
don't care. The constant flashes of memory coupled with his jumpy,
erratic behavior and the monotony of having the only dialogue in the
movie coming from this guy's boring monologues with himself have allowed
us to drift off to sleep, and aside from finding the surefire cure for
insomnia, there's little else on display that would cause me to
recommend this movie to anyone but people I don't like.
After enduring this bullshit for over an hour, we get a conclusion that
doesn't hit any nerves and doesn't even make much sense. It's so
anticlimactic I wanted to track the director down and stab him for
putting me through the experience of watching this movie. I love indies,
I support indies, and it pains me to say this, but this movie gives all
other indies a bad name. The only reason you should ever buy this is to
burn it and save other people from the horrid experience of watching
this movie.
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