Such utter guff as this, whose plot is so threadbare as to leave Johnny Depp standing naked, does nothing but line Steven King’s pockets with more money—the film being based on his short story of the same title. Truth is, I find the local train timetables less predictable than this rubbish—and when a film relies on one obvious plot-twist to justify its existence, you know everyone involved just shouldn’t have bothered.
by Rich Watts | Source: Columbia Tri-Star Home Video DVD
18 Apr 2005 5:44 PM | Comments (1)
Having lived in Britain, I can’t resist pointing out that your local train timetables can be a veritable thrill ride, as they rarely seem to indicate the actual time that the train will be departing or arriving. (Sorry, bitter memories; I am otherwise a rabid Anglophile.)
Beth
19 April 2005
8:21 AM
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