Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 5:04 pm
Synopsis:
Nine strangers are individually kidnapped and locked in a room and not told why they're present. Their captor enters the room every ten minutes to ask why they're there. If they don't have the answer he wants, one of them gets shot.
Review:
Stars Melissa Joan Hart. Produced by her mom, I think. The characters are utterly idiotic, all the way from their initial reaction to being taken against their will to the completely bullshit way they stumble upon the correct answer. About two-thirds of the way through the movie, they determine what anyone with an IQ of 7 should already have done an hour ago. It's not their independent actions which they're answering for, it's one huge clusterfuck chain of events, and no one gets out until all nine of them have their parts discovered.
None of them take things seriously until the first one dies.
- A few think it's the cops trying to get confessions out of suspected criminals.
- A few think it's a practical joke, because being tazed and handcuffed to a pipe in a room full of strangers happens to them every April 1st, I guess.
After that, a few of them decide to clam up, including a couple hard-nosed regular crooks who decide to act like gangsta pricks and a priest who can't break the confidentiality of confession.
However, even the dude who kidnaps them is a fuckwit, in spite the fact that he's had two years to plan this and apparently unlimited access to the world of the clairvoyant, because there's no fucking way he could have learned what each of those people individually did. If he had that info, he could have taken a non-violent path to resolve his issue. One of his victims manages to escape and temporarily overcome him. Then pro wrestling logic works its way in as the victim steps away from his opponent, lying prone flat on the ground, to taunt him. If you ever pull a gun away from a psychopath, pistol whip his ass, then make fun of him.
The entire premise of this movie is making sure people feel responsibility for the consequences of their actions. I'm not sure why he chose this particular to make his point.
Imagine that someone hits your car and it happens right in front of several security cameras. There's no way it's your fault because your car was parked at the time and a dozen eyewitnesses heard the guy yelling, "FUCK THAT OTHER CAR". The dude who hits you isn't insured. You can either:
A) lets the courts handle it
B) torch his car and home, kill him, kill his family, kill his pets, kill all the factory workers who ever touched the car, every mechanic that ever worked on it, kill the dude who gave him the means to buy the car, and kill the motherfuckers who built the road he was driving on
Nine strangers are individually kidnapped and locked in a room and not told why they're present. Their captor enters the room every ten minutes to ask why they're there. If they don't have the answer he wants, one of them gets shot.
Review:
Stars Melissa Joan Hart. Produced by her mom, I think. The characters are utterly idiotic, all the way from their initial reaction to being taken against their will to the completely bullshit way they stumble upon the correct answer. About two-thirds of the way through the movie, they determine what anyone with an IQ of 7 should already have done an hour ago. It's not their independent actions which they're answering for, it's one huge clusterfuck chain of events, and no one gets out until all nine of them have their parts discovered.
None of them take things seriously until the first one dies.
- A few think it's the cops trying to get confessions out of suspected criminals.
- A few think it's a practical joke, because being tazed and handcuffed to a pipe in a room full of strangers happens to them every April 1st, I guess.
After that, a few of them decide to clam up, including a couple hard-nosed regular crooks who decide to act like gangsta pricks and a priest who can't break the confidentiality of confession.
However, even the dude who kidnaps them is a fuckwit, in spite the fact that he's had two years to plan this and apparently unlimited access to the world of the clairvoyant, because there's no fucking way he could have learned what each of those people individually did. If he had that info, he could have taken a non-violent path to resolve his issue. One of his victims manages to escape and temporarily overcome him. Then pro wrestling logic works its way in as the victim steps away from his opponent, lying prone flat on the ground, to taunt him. If you ever pull a gun away from a psychopath, pistol whip his ass, then make fun of him.
The entire premise of this movie is making sure people feel responsibility for the consequences of their actions. I'm not sure why he chose this particular to make his point.
Imagine that someone hits your car and it happens right in front of several security cameras. There's no way it's your fault because your car was parked at the time and a dozen eyewitnesses heard the guy yelling, "FUCK THAT OTHER CAR". The dude who hits you isn't insured. You can either:
A) lets the courts handle it
B) torch his car and home, kill him, kill his family, kill his pets, kill all the factory workers who ever touched the car, every mechanic that ever worked on it, kill the dude who gave him the means to buy the car, and kill the motherfuckers who built the road he was driving on