A frustrated, deranged loner is capturing women, imprisoning than in a see-through cubicle where they're drowned. From there, the lunatic in question turns them into dolls. Yes, it's really creepy. With a commensurately pricier Miramax Pictures budget, the results of those music video lessons learned make for a grandiose spectacle of hellishness. It comes to a morally dubious head, however.
Redemption is impossible, it appears.
The only way out is the final exit. That we're all capable of hatred, which Christ deemed the heart's equivalent to murder, must mean that we're all screwed. Viewing The Cell with non-believer friends could prompt discussions of matters eternal, though the picture in question falls shy of godly resolutions. Viewing Lopez and Vaughn, neither playing up their sex appeal but the latter being the better actor, shouldn't cause unduly solicited paroxysms of libidinal stimulation, either. Copious gore, ghoulishness and generally disturbing themes seal the flick's fate as an R-rater where sexual content doesn't, though.