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Today's Review: "Twisted"
by Jim Farris
Ashley Judd stars in this suspense thriller that is neither suspenseful or thrilling and plays like an unsold TV pilot.
Judd plays a recently promoted police investigator on her first case. It’s a serial killer deal, and as Judd and her new partner (a bland Andy Garcia) begin to unravel the mystery they find the number one suspect is.. Ashley Judd!
She suffers from alcohol induced blackouts and can’t remember anything that happens when the killings take place and she has slept with all the victims. In fact it looks like Judd slept with every partner she ever had and every straight guy in San Francisco.
Ashley is surrounded by red herrings, err I mean, suspects, who may be framing her for the murders. There’s Garcia, the Police commissioner (robotic Samuel L. Jackson) who raised her after her dad (also a cop) went nuts and went on a murder spree when she was a little girl, David Straithorn as a weirdo psychiatrist, and a horny former partner.
There are many obvious, and I mean OBVIOUS, clues and set ups for characters who the filmmakers want you to think are the killers; and many scenes, in intense close up, of Judd getting dizzy and falling down but no suspense scenes. And if anyone, for one minute, believes that she is the killer you need to have your head examined by David Straithorn. And if you don’t have the killer picked out in the first 20 minutes, or so, then your not paying attention (although that’s easy to do; but even I picked the killer and I’m no Angela Lansbury. Although some say there is a resemblance.)
The movie takes place in San Francisco and there are a couple of set pieces showing off the baseball stadium or the Embarcadero but most of the rest is shot in tight close up on interiors that look shabby and exteriors that probably were shot some place else. That's sloppy filmmaking when the hapless viewer ends up paying attention to sets.
The director, Phillip Kaufman, went to San Francisco in 1978 and scared us half to death with his eerie remake of “Invasion Of The Body Snatchers”, but he seems to has lost his touch. No build ups or good pay offs just a lot of flat uninteresting stuff done in a perfunctory TV kind of way.
Ashley Judd is actually effective in some of this; but Jackson, Garcia, and the rest look sleepy. As was I by the time I left the theater.
by Jim Farris
Ashley Judd stars in this suspense thriller that is neither suspenseful or thrilling and plays like an unsold TV pilot.
Judd plays a recently promoted police investigator on her first case. It’s a serial killer deal, and as Judd and her new partner (a bland Andy Garcia) begin to unravel the mystery they find the number one suspect is.. Ashley Judd!
She suffers from alcohol induced blackouts and can’t remember anything that happens when the killings take place and she has slept with all the victims. In fact it looks like Judd slept with every partner she ever had and every straight guy in San Francisco.
Ashley is surrounded by red herrings, err I mean, suspects, who may be framing her for the murders. There’s Garcia, the Police commissioner (robotic Samuel L. Jackson) who raised her after her dad (also a cop) went nuts and went on a murder spree when she was a little girl, David Straithorn as a weirdo psychiatrist, and a horny former partner.
There are many obvious, and I mean OBVIOUS, clues and set ups for characters who the filmmakers want you to think are the killers; and many scenes, in intense close up, of Judd getting dizzy and falling down but no suspense scenes. And if anyone, for one minute, believes that she is the killer you need to have your head examined by David Straithorn. And if you don’t have the killer picked out in the first 20 minutes, or so, then your not paying attention (although that’s easy to do; but even I picked the killer and I’m no Angela Lansbury. Although some say there is a resemblance.)
The movie takes place in San Francisco and there are a couple of set pieces showing off the baseball stadium or the Embarcadero but most of the rest is shot in tight close up on interiors that look shabby and exteriors that probably were shot some place else. That's sloppy filmmaking when the hapless viewer ends up paying attention to sets.
The director, Phillip Kaufman, went to San Francisco in 1978 and scared us half to death with his eerie remake of “Invasion Of The Body Snatchers”, but he seems to has lost his touch. No build ups or good pay offs just a lot of flat uninteresting stuff done in a perfunctory TV kind of way.
Ashley Judd is actually effective in some of this; but Jackson, Garcia, and the rest look sleepy. As was I by the time I left the theater.
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