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THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE WOLF
This is the hothouse sister of THE CRIMSON RIVERS, another transcontinental hybrid with Vincent Cassel and conspiracies in common. Director Gans never met a foreign object he didn't want to put in this movie. Watching BROTHERHOOD is like enduring a slideshow of a globetrotting packrat's trip - it looks pretty but that's not enough to distract you from glancing at the clock, nevermind the silliness. (We would've lost the bosoms of the Angelina Jolie and Liv Tyler lookalikes but really both pairs could've been safely excised.) The result is nothing intrinsic in its insistence for inclusivity. The too-muchness and resulting length strains possibilities for fun. Too bad. It has the serious self-regard and visual acuity that could have made it camp. I hope Edith Scob got a big paycheck for this as did Dominique Sanda in CRIMSON RIVERS. RING
If this suspense film could get any more flaccid they would have to retitle it 'Cockring.' An intrepid reporter gets hold of a videotape that kills those who watch it in a week. Of course she watches it anyway then locks up her kid so she can investigate this tech-savvy manifestation of evil or whatnot. (I wonder if evil cackles with joy at the possibilities of new technology or if it just curses at the instruction manual?) Elements reminiscent of THE SHINING, SCANNERS and THE CHANGELING pop up out of nowhere not to intrigue nor to make sense but to pass the time until the supposedly heebie-jeebie climax when your face contorts into an ugly mass after realizing you paid to see this rush job. | ||