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Impact Point movie

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  • Filed under: Thriller
  • Date: Sep 23,2008

Where does one begin when discussing Impact Point, a recently released direct-to-video suspense thriller (or, at least, that’s how it’s marketed)?

I’ve been asking myself that question for the last 15 minutes as I jumped ahead to write the other parts of this review.

You see, everything - and I mean everything - about this movie is generic and clichéd. B-movies like this have been churned out for decades. They used to be the realm of late night cable stations back in the heyday but now proliferate on home video.

And I really don’t know if I have anything insightful to say about it - other than it’s competently made and occasionally interesting.

Impact Point is set in the world of professional volleyball. The main character, Kelly, eats, breathes, and lives volleyball. She’s in her mid-20s and knows there aren’t a whole many more years left in her pro career as a player. Unfortunately, she and her partner are eliminated in the semi-finals.

At a party that evening, Kelly meets Holden (played by Brian Austin Green), a reporter who wants to interview her. The chemistry’s there, and after a very lengthy dialogue-heavy day-long interview / date, she sleeps with him.

However, odd things begin happening - starting with the hit-and-run murder of Kelly’s competitor. Suddenly, Kelly has been tapped by the girl’s partner, Jen, to replace her in the final competition of the season. They don’t get along, of course, but a bigger worry is that Holden was not who he said he was. Instead, he’s a psychopathic stalker out to increase Kelly’s fame before killing her after the final match of the season.

Much stalker mayhem and sun-drenched volleyball playing ensue.

Perhaps the best thing about Impact Point is its cast. Relative unknowns Melissa Keller and Kayla Ewell are well-fit for their roles as Kelly and Jen. They’re attractive and athletic, but don’t come across as supermodel actresses. In other words, they both seem authentic as pro athletes. Brian Austin Green is also pretty good as the psychotic prone to sudden bouts of violence - he’s menacing enough.

Unfortunately, the script is just so mundane. There’s the sports clichés - where Kelly and Jen must come to grips with themselves to compete as a team, and the final match of the season at the end of the movie, of course, is very close and comes down to the final play of the game. There’s the stalker clichés - with Holden being so charming at the start of the film only to morph suddenly into an unpredictable lunatic. Impact Point also has the old voyeur standbys - with Holden using binoculars, hidden cameras, and the untraceable phone to spy on Kelly.

Despite all that, Impact Point is mildly entertaining. The locations are sunny and pleasant, the characters are good-looking, and one shot that reveals who Holden really is works surprisingly well. It’s worth a rental if you’re interested in this movie.

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Illegal Tender movie

Even as the teenage girlfriend of a South Bronx drug dealer, Millie DeLeon is the investment adviser you’d want on your account. Without telling him, Millie invests his profits in Microsoft. This was in the late 1980s. “I only made one mistake,” she tells her son years later. “I didn’t buy enough.”

What she bought, however, was enough to turn $2 million into a fortune, and as the story jumps forward 20 years Millie (Wanda DeJesus) is living in an elegant suburban home, and one of her sons, Wilson DeLeon Jr., is attending Danbury College, pulling down 4.0 grades and is in love with a student named Ana (Dania Ramirez). He also dotes on his kid brother Randy (Antonio Ortiz), who is by a different father, because Wilson DeLeon Sr. got gunned down in a mob grudge on the day he was born.

They lead a life both comfortable and dangerous, as Millie realizes in the supermarket one day when she is spotted by a hit woman from her past. In a panic, she races home, tells the boys to start packing because they’re moving again and sets a revenge tragedy into motion.

“Illegal Tender” was written and directed by Franc. Reyes, who is fascinated by the zero degrees of separation between low and high finance. Reyes’ first film was “Empire” (2002), about another young South Bronx kingpin fascinated by the lifestyle of a flashy Wall Street wonderkid. His protagonist this time comes closer to making an escape, but the bad guys from his mother’s boyfriend’s past have long memories, and more reasons than we think for wanting her and her family dead.

My advice to her would be twofold: Move to a suburb a lot farther away from the Bronx than Connecticut, and do not give your son his father’s name with a “junior” tacked on. How many Wilson DeLeon Juniors can there be who are not the offspring of the Wilson DeLeon?

Never mind. This movie is based on drama, not logic. Otherwise four or five hit men would not come calling in broad daylight and open fire at the outside the DeLeon house. Hit men are supposed to be more clever than that, no? And is it possible they could all, every last one, be wiped out by a fortyish housewife and her son whose entire gun experience consists of shooting three cans off a rock in only about 11 shots? And all before the cops arrive? A running gun battle in a rich suburb usually gets a pretty quick response.

We’re not thinking a lot about things like that, however, because the dynamic of the movie circles DeJesus and her passionate performance as a mother who wants to protect her family. The other main strand is how Wilson Jr. evolves in a short time from Joe College to his father’s son. This journey takes him back to Puerto Rico and a search for his father’s past.

“How come you speak such good Spanish?” the kingpin asks him. “I’m Puerto Rican,” he says. “Yeah,” he says, “but most Puerto Ricans from New York speak lousy Spanish.” I wanted Wilson Jr. to explain, “Plus, I got a four-point average in Spanish at school.”

Like his “Empire,” “Illegal Tender” has the potential to be a better film than it is. Reyes obviously wants to make a rags-to-riches story about a Puerto Rican kid from the streets who climbs the American financial ladder, and almost equally obviously he doesn’t really want to sell it to Hollywood as a guns-and-drugs movie. I urge him to just go ahead and do it. The film’s producer, John Singleton, whose own life has taken him from Los Angeles outsider to the top in Hollywood, would probably support him. And if it’s true that Reyes has his act so together that he shot this good-looking film in only 28 days, he could do it at the right price.

As it is, “Illegal Tender” works as a melodrama, and it benefits enormously from the performance of Wanda DeJesus. She isn’t a big movie star, but so good that she’s cast by them and works with them in major roles; she co-starred with Clint Eastwood in his “Blood Work,” has been cast in major roles by such directors as Michael Mann, Laurence Fishburne and Joel Schumacher, is all over “CSI: Miami” and has real screen presence. She sells us her character and her concerns, and with this screenplay, she has her work cut out for her.

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Identity movie

An out-of-the-way motel. An introverted manager with a skeleton in the closet. Guests who lose their heads at the first signs of trouble. Sound familiar? Although the echoes of Hitchcock are certainly intentional, Identity is not Pscyho, nor does it strive to be. A movie that successfully navigates the line between psychological thriller and slasher horror movie, Identity ultimately metamorphoses into something unexpected and startling. What starts out as a seemingly-routine excursion into genre clich�s emerges into a more complex and satisfying arena than most viewers will anticipate.

Identity contains a major surprise, but it’s not unpremeditated. It’s not an add-on designed to blind-side an audience. Instead, it is carefully woven into the movie’s fabric. It is foreshadowed, and, for the detective in the audience, possible to piece together before its revelation. Rather than spoiling the disclosure, this enhances it. Part of the fun of Identity is looking beyond the obvious and figuring out what is really going on. And, like Dead Again, the movie doesn’t wait until the final moments to shock the audience. There’s still plenty of story to be told once the truth is in the open, and at least one more twist to be navigated.

Because a flood has submerged all of the “exit routes,” a diverse group of strangers finds themselves stranded at an isolated motel. They include: Ed (John Cusack), a former cop who is now working as a limo driver; Caroline Suzanne (Rebecca De Mornay), the fading movie star Ed was driving; Rhodes (Ray Liotta), a corrections officer making a prisoner transfer; Maine (Jake Busey), a convicted killer in shackles; Paris (Amanda Peet), a Las Vegas hooker on her way to Florida to buy an orange grove; newlyweds Ginny (Clea DuVall) and Lou (William Lee Scott); motel manager Larry (John Hawkes); and George (John C. McGinley), an ineffectual man with a mute stepson and a seriously injured wife. As the rainy night wears on, the murders start. One-by-one, the motel guests are systematically picked off. Ed and Rhodes work feverishly to uncover the killer’s identity before no one is left alive. Meanwhile, elsewhere, a psychiatrist (Alfred Molina) is trying to stay the execution of his patient (Pruitt Taylor Vince), a convicted mass murderer who is due to die in less than 24 hours. While there is no doubt that the man committed the crimes for which he was sentenced, the doctor believes that the man is insane, and has devised a plan to demonstrate this to both the judge and the prosecutor.

One of the most clever aspects of Identity is the way in which director James Mangold and screenwriter Michael Cooney enable the two parallel stories to exist separately until they dovetail at the perfect moment. The relationship between these two plot aspects lies at the core of what Identity is trying to do. Early in the movie, Mangold announces that this isn’t going to be a traditional horror/thriller endeavor when he uses a series of short, loosely-connected flashbacks to introduce the characters and establish the situation. It’s an effective and economical way to get right into the action.

The two leads, John Cusack and Ray Liotta, were cast as much for their reputations as for their acting ability. Mangold uses their on-screen images � Cusack as the self-effacing everyman and Liotta as the heavy � to give viewers a shorthand regarding how we should feel about the characters. Of course, there’s no guarantee that this isn’t misdirection. The rest of the cast is filled out by character actors, with the exception of Rebecca De Mornay, who is given an opportunity to poke fun at her own image. (”Didn’t you used to be a movie star?”)

As he has shown in his previous movies, which include Heavy, Copland, and Girl, Interrupted, Mangold prefers character-centered pieces over action-oriented ones. Initially, Identity seems to be a departure � but early impressions can be deceiving. At a short 90 minutes, the film is exactly the right length. It moves briskly, is consistently involving, and offers some unexpected developments. I’m not sure how mainstream audiences will react to Identity � it does not remain true to the formula in which it has its roots, and it may be difficult to decipher for those who do not pay attention. Nevertheless, for anyone who enjoys smart, clever films and does not demand a traditional ending that neatly wraps up everything, Identity is an early-year treat. It’s a popcorn movie with flair, style, and intelligence that will have nearly everyone thinking (or talking) about it on the drive home.

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Ice Station Zebra movie

Growing up in the late fifties it was a time of extreme tension. The growing animosities between the Untied States and the Soviet Union coined a new term, the cold war. Afraid of Russian bombs we built shelters; we kids practiced ducking under our flimsy ply wood desks in hopes of surviving the H-Bomb. One thing that did come out of this time of the cold war was it was the perfect, fertile ground for screen writers of the time. The movies where filled with cold war thrillers. While not all where great classics they genre is now mostly lost on the modern audiences. One of my personal favorites has always been Ice Station Zebra. Sure, it’s not the best film in the genre but I have enjoyed this flick for decades. Now, after all these years I can retire my well worn video tape and replace it with the DVD release. A Russian spy satellite crashes into the artic waste land and the film it contains is so important that the Russians and Americans race to recover the canister. The film itself is a bit of a McGuffin, we don’t really have to concern ourselves with the actual contents, and we just trust that it is of vital importance. Cmdr. James Ferraday (Rock Hudson) is dispatched in a nuclear submarine to get there first and recover the film at any cost. Along for the ride is a somewhat diverse crew assigned to his boat. There is Mr. Jones (Patrick McGoohan), the enigmatic British intelligence agent, Boris Vaslov (Ernest Borgnine) the Russian advisor and Captain Leslie Anders (Jim Brown) the commander of a Marine contingent there to provide a little extra muscle. Naturally, the tensions are not limited to those between the super powers, things in the tight quarters of the Tigerfish become explosive as the very determined personalities clash. In one of my favorite scenes Farraday notes that his men where trained for jungle combat but a bullet travels just as fast in the artic. Mr. Jones calmly notes that the bullet would travel slower there, ‘denser air you know’. Farraday is ready to attack the cocky Brit but seems to realize that Mr. Jones is far more deadly than he lets on. Its little memorable moments like this that makes this film a guilty pleasure for many of my age group.

The production values here are not the best when compared to other films in the genre and time period. Sure, the Russian paratroopers look like toy soldiers drifting down on a child’s table. The use of miniature models is primitive to say the least but there is a camp value to be had here. Those of the younger generation spoiled by modern CGI effects will find the special effects here almost comical. Just go with it, enjoy it for what it was intended to be, a fun, Saturday afternoon cold war flick. If you make an attempt to put your self into those trying times you will get a lot more out of the film. You should also forget about great cinema, this never was and never will be considered for any best of list. Still, the campy fun is there for your enjoyment. It’s a wonder that this film was nominated for an Oscar for special effects, since it was up against 2001 there really wasn’t much of a chance for a win that year.

Rock Hudson was a versatile and talented actor, capable of taking on any role from light romantic comedies to serious drama. Here, his talent is restricted by the script but professional that he was he gave is all to the project. He manages to portray a man sent on a difficult mission, doubtful of some of the command decisions forced on him yet devoted to doing his absolute best. In this fashion it would seem that Hudson could bring what he as an actor had to do into his character. For those that grew up when I did Patrick McGoohan is the definitive spy. With roles like Secret Agent, the Prisoner and even a spy turned murderer in a Columbo episode. McGoohan owns the title of master spy more than most of the actors that played James Bond. He is always cool and in control, possesses an uncanny diverse knowledge base and is certain to come out on top of any fight. Jim Brown was a football player who decided to break into films. He is physical imposing here and thankfully his dialogue is limited to about a dozen sentences. Ernest Borgnine is another excellent and talented actor that was mostly used as comic relief here. His Russian accent is dismal but again, think camp.

Looking at my film collection I discovered that John Sturges was one of my favorite directors. His illustrious resume included such definitive films as The Magnificent Seven, Bad Day at Black Rock, The Great Escape and even another camp flick, Marooned. Often nominated for awards but rarely the winner this director brought a touch of class to every single film he created. Here, Sturges uses his considerable talent to work within the restrictions the studio imposed on him. Since the special effects where far form special he concentrated on the situation to drive the film. He trusted his cast to perform as if this was the best film ever and the result was not great but sill enjoyable. He did what many modern directors have forgotten, the primary purpose of a film to draw the audience in and entertain them. He was also a director that fully understood how to use a wide screen format. He fills the frame with details that will take several viewings to catch them all. Sturges used the prevalent fear and discontentment of the audience to help create the proper mood for the film. The film was also nominated for its cinematography and this was deserved. The use of lighting and the camera work was excellent.

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The Ice Harvest movie

There are those, including the distributor, who would like audiences to believe that The Ice Harvest is a comedy. At first glance, that’s not so hard to accept. After all, director Harold Ramis was one of the Ghostbusters co-writers and scored a big hit with Groundhog Day. But Ramis’ funniest work is at least a decade behind him and, while The Ice Harvest has moments of dark, macabre humor, it’s pretty much a straightforward film noir tale. You may laugh, but it won’t be often or with much gusto. This is strictly B-movie fare. It tries to do some of the same things as Kiss Kiss Bang Bang and suffers as a result of the comparison.

Our hero is a loser lawyer by the name of Charlie Arglist (John Cusack). Charlie isn’t a very nice person, but since he’s played by an actor everyone likes, we tend to overlook Charlie’s least appealing characteristics (such as the disdain with which he treats his children). Partnered with Vic (Billy Bob Thorton), who has the guts Charlie lacks, the sad-sack attorney figures out how to steal $2 million from his boss, Bill Guerrard (Randy Quaid), on Christmas Eve. After the deed is done, all he and Vic have to do is go their separate ways for a few hours, meet up at 1:00 am, split the money, and ride off into the sunset. Charlie would like to take along his idea of the perfect woman, strip joint owner Renata (Connie Nielsen), but that would mean telling her more than is wise. Meanwhile, one of Bill’s enforcers (Mike Starr) has arrived in town and is asking questions about Charlie and Vic. And Charlie’s footsteps are dogged by his drunk best friend, Pete (Oliver Platt), who wants nothing more than to spend Christmas with his buddy (rather than his wife, who happens to be Charlie’s ex).

This being film noir, there are plenty of murders, script contortions, red herrings, and double-crosses. It’s hard to say whether the ending is “happy” or not - it depends on how you define the word, and I won’t go into detail here. There are some laughs to be had, but this is a mismatch for Ramis, whose forte has never been dark material. It’s hard to say whether Joel and Ethan Coen could have had more success with the script, but the result would have been more interesting. The Ice Harvest lacks the comic momentum necessary to make it more memorable than a run-of-the-mill thriller.

I have seen the movie compared to Bad Santa, but it’s an inappropriate comparison. There are three superficial similarities - the Christmas setting, a rogues’ gallery of characters, and the presence of Billy Bob Thornton - but the films are radically different in tone, intent, and storyline. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang is a closer match, although that film is better and more energetic. For anyone on the lookout for a holiday-themed motion picture, this probably isn’t going to scratch the itch.

Can it still be said that John Cusack possesses “boyish charm,” even though he’s in his 40th year on earth? He makes Charlie identifiable. On the surface, he’s an unappealing guy, but Cusack gives him enough likeability that we find ourselves rooting for him. Billy Bob Thornton does his usual schtick - the amoral thug with flashes of charm and a heart of lead. Connie Nielsen is miscast as the femme fatale (originally, the role was ticketed for Monica Bellucci). She’s not all that interesting or sexy. Randy Quaid, playing against type (he’s not a buffoon), adds a jolt of energy, but he doesn’t show up until late in the movie. Oliver Platt does a good job portraying a drunk, but a little bit of this kind of character goes a long way, and I found myself wishing he would fall face-down in a gutter somewhere and stay there.

The Ice Harvest has a short running time of 88 minutes. Despite its brevity, it seems padded, with all sorts of irrelevant scenes and dead-end subplots taking up time. It’s hard to figure out who the target audience is, since serviceable-yet-unremarkable B-movies rarely do much business. Next time, Ramis should work to his strengths, and film noir isn’t one of them. The Ice Harvest will have melted away long before the turkey leftovers are polished off.

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I Robot movie

When all of the dust from 2004’s crumbling blockbusters has settled, I, Robot will likely emerge as the strongest mainstream motion picture of the summer. The best big-budget science fiction film since Minority Report, I, Robot gets high marks not only for storytelling but for its compelling vision of 2035 Chicago. Directed by Alex Proyas, who previously imagined the strikingly noir cityscapes of The Crow and Dark City, I, Robot takes ideas (and a character) presented in Isaac Asimov’s classic anthology of nine short stories and uses them as a jumping-off point for a thrilling action-adventure movie. Proper recognition goes to credited screenwriters Jeff Vintar and Akiva Goldsman (and uncredited Hillary Seitz) for remaining faithful to the essential themes of Asimov’s writing while taking the story in a different, more cinematic direction. Asimov fans take note, however: this isn’t close to a faithful adaptation. In fact, it’s not really an adaptation at all.

I, Robot transpires some 30 years in the future, when robots are becoming as familiar an everyday household appliance as refrigerators or vacuum cleaners. But, on the eve of the rollout of the landmark NS5 series, trouble is brewing at U.S. Robotics. Dr. Alfred Lanning (James Cromwell), the head of robot and cybernetic research, has apparently committed suicide. Technophobe cop Del Spooner (Will Smith) has been called in to investigate, and his first suspicion is that Dr. Lanning didn’t kill himself - a robot did it. His prime suspect is Sonny (Alan Tudyk), a robot with personality and who seems to have found a way around the Three Laws of Robotics. Dr. Susan Calvin (Bridget Moynahan), a robopsychologist who works for U.S. Robotics, and CEO Lawrence Robertson (Bruce Greenwood), are suspicious of Spooner’s motives for blaming a robot, and skeptical of his conclusions. But that doesn’t stop Dr. Calvin from aiding the detective’s investigation and Robertson, who has a lot of money on the line, from pulling out all the stops to end it.

The film’s action sequences, which include chases and fights, are anything but generic. They are directed with flair, and that results in them being both tense and involving. The way the robots swarm after Spooner during one of I, Robot’s centerpiece scenes is reminiscent of the aliens’ attack patterns in James Cameron’s Aliens. The film carries a sense of the unpredictable; we’re never sure exactly what’s going to happen next, and there’s no assurance that Spooner will be alive when the end credits roll. These elements, not flashes and bangs, are what make action films suspenseful.

I, Robot starts with the story, which is more intelligent and engrossing than what we have come to expect from movies in this genre. The script uses the Three Laws of Robotics (developed by Asimov and John Campbell) as its foundation. They state: (1) A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm, (2) A robot must obey orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law, and (3) A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law. Instead of just making these precepts a throw-away aspect of the plot, they are integral to its development and success. Take away Asimov’s Three Laws, and there is no movie.

I, Robot tinkers with ideas that have always fascinated science fiction fans. At what point does a personality simulation become a personality? Where is the line that divides a machine from a living being? When does consciousness occur? And at what point does an entity achieve the ability to interpret the Three Laws as it sees fit, not as they were intended? There’s plenty of thought-provoking material in I, Robot - certainly enough to keep a thinking viewer attuned to the plot while never slowing down the proceedings or dulling the action. I, Robot deserves to be called “smart.” It earns that distinction during nearly every frame of its 115-minute running time.

The setting - 2035 Chicago - is meticulously realized. Like in Minority Report, a great deal of thought went into imagining what the near future might look like. (Admittedly, however, I think much of what I, Robot postulates is too sophisticated for 2035. A better match to the technology evident in the film might be 2070.) Nothing in the film is outrageous. In fact, many aspects of life in 2035 aren’t that different from what they are today. And there are some neat touches (watch how Spooner’s car is “parked” after he arrives at U.S. Robotics). There are no phasers or lasers for weapons - the cops still use good old fashioned guns. Aside from that, the film looks stunning - but what else would one expect from the director of an eye-popping spectacle as Dark City?

I, Robot features some of the best uses of CGI special effects ever. Put this alongside the Star Wars prequels and The Lord of the Rings as a primer for the seamless incorporation of special effects. There’s a lot of computer work in I, Robot, but it’s never obvious or evident. It rarely calls attention to itself, and it is not clumsily inserted . When Will Smith interacts with a special effect, we forget that it’s an actor posturing with something drawn in by computer. After seeing a lot of cheap effects work that looks like it was exported from a computer game, it’s refreshing to see something of such high quality.

Another thing that I, Robot does is to prove that Will Smith can carry an action/adventure film on his own. Without support from Martin Lawrence, Tommy Lee Jones, Gene Hackman, Jeff Goldblum, or Kevin Kline, he shows that he’s got enough charisma and energy to hold a viewer’s attention. Plus, he can deliver the mandatory one-liners with as much brio as Schwarzenegger or Willis. Despite the physicality of the role, Smith manages to connect with the audience in everyman fashion, and, although the part requires a certain amount of wit, he doesn’t play it like a clown. Effective, but not outstanding, secondary work is provided by Bridget Moynahan (The Recruit), who plays the lead human character from Asimov’s stories. Bruce Greenwood is instantly recognizable as a bad guy, because he has become one of Hollywood’s favorite villains ever since he graduated from the obscurity of Atom Egoyan films (which still represent his best work to-date).

Although I, Robot isn’t quite as pulse-pounding or intellectually challenging as Minority Report, it stimulates many of the same areas of the brain, and causes the body to pump nearly as much adrenaline. In almost every way imaginable, it satisfies, and that (unfortunately) has been a rare quality at the multiplexes this summer. This is a movie to restore the faith of those who had given up on science fiction after The Matrix Reloaded/Revolutions. By adeptly combining action and ideas, it proves that Hollywood can still produce astonishing entertainment.

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I will Always Know What You Did Last Summer movie

The hook-wielding fisherman who stalked Jennifer Love Hewitt and company in two previous films is back in the straight-to-DVD sequel I’ll Always Know What You Did Last Summer. But instead of hunting down the Ghost Whisperer star, the killer in a slicker is after a new crop of teens living in a small Colorado town.

It’s the Fourth of July, and Amber (Brooke Nevin), Colby (David Paetkau), Roger (Seth Packard), and Zoe (Torrey DeVitto) have decided to use the now infamous urban myth of the homicidal fisherman to play a harmless prank. But it doesn’t turn out to be as innocuous as they expected, for their little jest results in the accidental death of another friend.

Almost a year passes, and the memory of the terrible tragedy  they all decided to keep a secret continues to haunt them. However, there’s someone who knows what they did, as Amber starts receiving ominous messages saying “I know what you did last summer.” Paranoia among the friends grows as the days count down to the Fourth of July, the one-year anniversary of their friend’s death — not to mention the day the killer fisherman has chosen to run wild and wreak bloody havoc on whoever stands in his way.

If I’ll Always Know What You Did Last Summer came across as an average, B-grade slasher flick, I would consider it simply a basic bad movie, dumb but easily forgettable. However, this little horror outing calls attention to itself by actually trying to inject some stylish filmmaking into the bloody proceedings — and falling flat on its face with every single attempt. Director Sylvain White couldn’t leave well enough alone and lead the same group of stock horror genre victims to the slaughter. Instead, Mr. White tries adding some visual flair to the movie, incorporating slow-motion, bleak cinematography, out-of-focus shots, and almost every other trick he can think of to make the movie seem edgier and grittier than it is.

White ends up blanketing the entire project in pretention, setting out to be the new Dario Argento but ending up with a movie that comes packed with goofy-looking murders (even the most inventive kill scene, involving a guy getting pulled through a window via a hook, looks ridiculous) and laughable, tension-free scenes of the characters fleeing for their lives. On top of that, the dialogue and character conflicts feel even more tired than usual, the performances seem even mor