BCP made some awful movies. This is one of them.
A bunch of well-regarded, elderly actors (Oscar winners and nominees among them) trudge through this cheap-looking, unatmospheric wax museum non-mystery that you could show a 5-year-old and he'd look at you like, "Where's Friday the 13th?"
The story is negligible, the performers look exhausted, and it feels twice as long as it is. Most of the fun is trying to find the tags on the thrift-shop costumes everyone's wearing over their girdles.
This is not "so bad it's good." It's just bad. The ultimate folding-the-laundry movie on a Saturday afternoon, with a glass of wine.
You can put it on for the kiddies. It should be rated G.
A bunch of well-regarded, elderly actors (Oscar winners and nominees among them) trudge through this cheap-looking, unatmospheric wax museum non-mystery that you could show a 5-year-old and he'd look at you like, "Where's Friday the 13th?"
The story is negligible, the performers look exhausted, and it feels twice as long as it is. Most of the fun is trying to find the tags on the thrift-shop costumes everyone's wearing over their girdles.
This is not "so bad it's good." It's just bad. The ultimate folding-the-laundry movie on a Saturday afternoon, with a glass of wine.
You can put it on for the kiddies. It should be rated G.