I saw something... but I got epilepsy

Rating: 2/10 (6 December 2007)

Amid the mili-second edits and screaming wheels, and genuinely silly 'time travel' (!!!!!!!) and Denzel Washington trying to keep a straight face, we have again,... yes, again... in a film called DEJA VU, the usual Bruckheimer visual confetti pelted at the viewer in order to not allow them to think. DEJA VU is just rubbish. I can only imagine the story meeting where ten wannabees each add their 'fave moment' to be inserted into 'an action flick' and presto: the recipe for a variation on 55 other similar films is 'given a surprise twist' (now no surprise). DEJA VU starts with an insulting stunt to the residents of New Orleans wanders into CSI drivel, loops into sci-fi gibberish and then (aw, shucks) goes romantic. In order for us out there in the mallplex cinema no 99 guzzling a mega Coke and chomping through the cheops pyramid sized popcorn to keep gawping in wonder at this dazzling mesmerising experience our trusty producer adds pointless car chases, 'swoosh' sounds between scenes and misty shower scenes, thus fulfilling his shopping list of usual visuals and hilariously calls the whole celluloid hailstorm DEJA VU. Will someone please exhume Walt Disney or Alfred Hitchcock. Please.