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Another 90 minutes I’ll never get back…

Chicken & Roasted Garlic ravioli Kay… Got back from the coffee shop, had some with some …

Sat down in the bedroom, flipped on the television and scrolled through the movie channels and ended up on the watching a little film called .

So I’m chomping on ravioli and not really watching the film but kinda listening to it here and there and eventually, it got my attention. The dialogue wasn’t bad and to be honest, I love serial killer movies… So much so that I will watch ANY no matter how terrible it is and believe me… There’s HUNDREDS of them.

I like so much that I think it should be its own genre… Ya follow?

So there I am watching and eating and I’m wondering why I’ve never even heard of this film before… I missed the beginning few minutes but wow… I was impressed.

SPOILERS FOLLOW…

So there’s this chick named Nicole. Not bad looking. Apparently, she’s a grad student studying psychology. She calls her Mom up one night but by mistake dials the wrong number and this guy answers the phone…

Average Joe.

Average Joe just happens to be a serial killer inside a house of his soon to be victim. He talks to Nicole for a while and they hang up.

Next day, detective Halsey knocks on her door… During their discussion in her apartment, the detective mentions that the building Nicole lives in used to be a middle school that he attended. A nice little PLANT that Average Joe ends up paying off a little later but I digress…

The detective questions Nicole about the call she had the night before… Apparently, a woman was killed in the house where Average Joe was having a telephone conversation with Nicole.

So now this movie has my full attention… I’m sitting here thinking, “Wow… Pretty cool plot. Wish I’d thought of it.”

I finish the ravioli, toss the plate down on the foot of the bed and continue watching…

Now let me just say that the acting in this film was definitely NOT up to par. Some of it was underacted and a lot of it seemed overacted. The music felt like it came right off some terrible royalty free CD but I was watching because of the STORY.

The next night, Average Joe now calls Nicole. He explains (exposition) how he did a little investigation and it turns out that Nicole’s building used to be a middle school… Now Nicole’s freaked out and understandably so. LOL.

So they talk a little longer and hang up… Nicole sits there thinkin’… Uh oh.

She frantically star69s her phone and a woman answers… Nicole screams for her to get the hell out of the house! Then, to make matters worse, we hear a kid tell the Mom, “Mom, there’s a man in the hallway.”

Then of course bad things happen and now I am completely HOOKED into this movie.

NOW FOR THE REAL SPOILER…

So we play some more cat and mouse with Average Joe and Nicole… He manages to get to Nicole’s building with the FBI hot on his tail…

That’s when I knew we were going into a tailspin…

FUCK.

Down and down we go… The plot I was so enamored with falls completely apart and yeah, it turns out that Nicole is a fuckin’ psycho and imagined all this crap and killed both her boyfriend AND detective Halsey.

Double FUCK.

I’ll admit that it worked for me in but this little twist just pissed me off. I sat there and it sucked me in… It got a little slow at times but I was already invested so I went the distance… LONG DISTANCE.

My reward?

Great ravioli — fucked up movie.

Let that be a lesson… There’s gotta be more to a movie than a nice plate of ravioli.

Unk

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6 Responses to “Another 90 minutes I’ll never get back…”

  1. odnamrA on Friday: 20 October 2006|0323

    All of us who had worked reading scripts at some point of our lives remember similar experiences. We reach page ten thinking “cool idea, this may be IT!” We turn page 30 thinking “well done, this is probably IT!” We finish page 90 thinking “this is definitively IT!”–and two pages later we toss it away and start printing the “sorry but it doesn’t match our current needs” letter.

    All of it at a time where we cannot even afford a plate of ravioli.

  2. MaryAn on Friday: 20 October 2006|1543

    Well, apparently, it was more engaging on screen than on blog because my mind started wandering from the get go with “what kind of serial killer answers the phone at his victim’s house??” Hmm. Now we know — an imaginary one.

  3. Unk on Friday: 20 October 2006|1609

    Ah but see MaryAn…

    You’re thinkin’ like a criminal and not a sociopath. A sociopath would have no problem answering the phone if he or she were of the opinion they weren’t going to get caught.

    But it still sucked.

    Unk

  4. Dante Kleinberg on Saturday: 21 October 2006|0043

    Dear sweet lord I am so sick of twists!

    It’s all these fancy writers with hard to spell names like Shamalyan and Palahniuk! They’ve made the twist so fashionable you can’t watch a friggin’ thriller without half of it being imaginary or the detective being the killer or the fetus did it or there never was any city called Chicago or it wasn’t his twin it was his triplet or blah blah blah… yeesh… or “pfft” as the kids are saying these days…

  5. Poke on Saturday: 21 October 2006|1602

    The Sundance Channel — Home of the wastes of time.

    I’ve rarely caught a good movie on Sundance that I’ve never heard of — I’ve seen a few that I knew about and that was why I tuned in — but it seems to me one of the prerequisites of getting a deal with them is “Is this film so artisticly awesome that no one will like it?”

    Sorry I didn’t warn you sooner Unk.

    Poke

  6. Lisa S. on Tuesday: 24 October 2006|1432

    I agree with the ‘review’ of the Sundance channel. I also get IFC (Independent Film Channel)… I was excited the first week, thinking I’d watch cool indy flicks, by passionate filmmakers… yeah. That wore off quick.

    “To say that a work of art is good, but incomprehensible to the majority of men, is the same as saying of some kind of food that it is very good but that most people can’t eat it.” - Tolstoy

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