Stephen King novels were treated like holy writs by ’80s filmmakers. So it is with Mark L Lester’s reverential thriller, which gives slow-burners a bad name.
Pulp pleasures are promised: a couple gain telekinetic powers after medical experiments and conceive a pyrokinetic daughter (Drew Barrymore), who’s pursued with dad by the government.
Drab pacing pisses on any fireworks and a subplot involving George C Scott as a Native American paedophile killer – yes, really – is risible. Lester perks up for the fireball finale, but Barrymore offers the only spark of life.