Sadly, it’s all too easy to see why this underwhelming psychological horror has been languishing on Miramax’s shelf since 2003.
Finally released – minus a sex scene – it’s an exercise in tedium, bereft of tension.
The premise isn’t bad, with a plucky Christina Ricci roaming the Isle Of Man for clues about a gang of spooks connected to the Crucifixion.
Shame, then, that Brian Gilbert’s (Wilde) direction is so uninspired, with pacing that couldn’t outrun a glacier.
Genre clichés, meanwhile, are well represented by a character with amnesia and the last-act twist. Back on the shelf you go…
Sport & Auto
- About Future
- Digital Future
- Cookies Policy
- Terms & Conditions
- Investor Relations
- Contact Future
© Future Publishing Limited, Beauford Court, 30 Monmouth Street, Bath BA1 2BW. All rights reserved. England and Wales company registration number 2008885.