*Yawn*

Rating: 3/10 (18 January 2005)

After 80 minutes of waiting and a build up to a tension you could cut with a knife, the director gives up and decides on a "mysterious" ending which means nothing, divulges nothing and ultimately leaves you feeling annoyed and ripped off. After a complicate beginning showing two men waking in a filthy subterranean bathroom, shackled to the walls. How did they get there? Why are they there? How will it end? The answers are: it doesn't matter, you aren't told, and with a big yawn. Our two heroes, Adam and Dr. Lawrence are supposedly at the mercy of a notorious serial killer who gives his victims the chance to escape his elaborate torture chambers at the expense of immense physical and emotional pain. How Danny Glover was roped into acting in this load of rubbish I'll never understand, he must be desperate for work. Anyway, Glover plays an obsessive cop who has encountered the killer once before and is determined not to lose him again. Glover plays a very small and totally insignificant role. If he or his part hadn't been included it wouldn't have made any real difference. The director prompts us to suspect Adam, then Lawrence... which one is telling the truth? Are they really as unfamiliar with each other as they claim? Will they give in and saw their feet off in a bid to free themselves of their restraints and attempt escape? Yes, you've guessed it! -Who cares! Not the director obviously. Because all this doesn't matter a bit to the story... if you can call it a story that is. It seems hard to believe that the director's actually got a sequel lined up! Another hour and a half of abject boredom. I can't wait!
Anyway, by now you know what my advice is going to be: spare yourself 90 minutes of boredom and a mouthful of bile: Don't watch this film!