This movie went straight to DVD and was meant to pioneer a technology called Navigational Cinema, wherein the viewer could chose options at certain points in the story where the narrative could fork. Ultimately, 96 different stories were possible. Guess what never caught on?…
Now. I don’t know what the hell happened, but the cut of this film I saw didn’t even break the 90 minute mark. You’re left with something that reads like you turned the pages of a Choose Your Own Adventure book into blotter acid and then ate the whole thing.
Keeping in mind that this scenario reduces characters to speaking ONLY in quips and exposition, this movie includes (but is not limited to) the following:
—-several British actors trying their hardest to maintain American accents
—-so many underdeveloped “characters” that you know they’re going to get picked off before you learn most of their names
—-a leather-clad, I dunno…bounty hunter? dressed like an off the rack Lara Croft invovled in an all lady 3 way with a couple of phantom mental patients dressed in sexy sexy straight jackets
—-some woman’s face sliding off the front of her head and splatting on the ground
—-a man drawn and quartered by sheets. Yeah. SHEETS.
—-everyone having a gun for no good reason
—-guns shot at people, walls, statues, big machines, everything
—-people totally taken aback when the shooting thing doesn’t “work”
—-everyone’s flip phones ringing at once, played for scares AND for laughs
—-everyone answering said flip phones only to hear the screams of a man dying, tied to a wheelchair by a haunted house extra in a nurse’s uniform
—-someone saying “it belongs in a museum” like Indiana Jones wasn’t gonna notice
—-a “hydrotherapy” tank that you could sink an SUV in
—-a woman who, I’m CONVINCED, has nipples that can sense danger
—-that woman being in danger for an hour straight, so her nips are up the whole time
—-a scary room that rains chairs. You read that right. It rains chairs.
—-the “heart of the house” LITERALLY being the heart of the house
—-some more gun stuff
—-a death-by-lowest-bidder-CGI
—-functioning shower heads that come out of nowhere, just so everybody’s shirts stay wet
—-and more, a lot more, so much more. I can’t express how much more. Pure. Insanity.
How are you still reading this? Haven’t you started watching it yet?! This is award winning cinema. Okay, so the award was a Golden Reel Award for best sound editing in a direct to video release. But still.
HOW ARE YOU STILL READING THIS?!
Tf you got against E. O. Wilson.
Actually I was thinking of Muriel Hemingway in Delirious. But now I can’t decide which cut is deeper, mine or yours.