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…
