No point even assessing the stupid plot in romantic-supernatural-thriller which is unspeakably badly written. You know you're in trouble when you hear lines like "You're not like the porcelain dolls I am used to dealing with at home".
Rupert Frazer is just awful delivering awful lines like this, but at least you can make out what he's saying, unlike Meg Tilly through indecipherable German accent, and who is impelled to take all her clothes off at any given opportunity. (As film was mainly shot in UK she must have been freezing.)
So bewildering and overwhelmed by Meg's needy/paranoiac character (the performance itself is difficult to assess) that it's not even in the 'so bad it's good' category.
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