Saturday, June 28, 2008

Point by Point: Premonition 3/10

Sandra Bullock wakes up one day and finds that her husand has died in a car crash. She then wakes up the next day and finds that he's alive. Repeat for 90 minutes.

The Good: I'm a sucker for time-travel in movies, and half the fun is laughing at the paradoxes they invariably run in to (I'm looking at you, infinitely-looping watch in Somewhere in Time). Impressively, this movie avoids almost all time travel pitfalls. Of course, it does this by making the main character exceedingly dumb.
The Bad: Make no mistake - this is a very boring movie. The general puzzle is enough to keep you from turning it off, but you won't enjoy yourself. Everyone involved is surprisingly bland, and the final payoff just isn't worth it. Plus, it suddenly veers off to religious nut-job land for no apparent reason.
The Ugly: There are a few laughable attempts at "horror" that just turn comical. Dropping the casket and having the husband's head roll out? Come on.

Points Pondered

  • While I can see where it would be super-confusing for a person to be experiencing a week out of order, it really shouldn't take you 5 days to figure out what the hell is happening. And once you DO figure it out, just doing the things you've apparently already done seems like a rather bad plan if you want to change the future. For instance, why the heck would you go see the pscyhatrist that you know locks you up for coming into his office ranting and raving?

  • It seems like the director used a "Thrillers for Dummies" book - music swells, people that turn out to be other people, creepy crazy person - all check.

  • If your wife can see the future, you probably shouldn't cheat on her.

  • I, too, ran into a sliding glass door as a child. I'm glad there a movie that speaks to this plight. Parents, put stickers on your doors. Or at least don't clean them.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Your run in with the sliding glass door = the closest thing to an action movie that ever took place in our house.

- Greg