So I guess even good actors have bad days. Or pick a real loser of a movie. Or just want to cash a check and go home. Maybe they lose bets and have to be in crappy movies as payment.
One of the scenarios must be by Christina Ricci is starring in this 2005 werewolf movie that stinks like doggie doo.
Ellie is a harried TV exec, and her brother Jimmy is a loser high school kid who for some reason is allowed to wander downtown Hollywood late at night.
Driving home late at night, a big critter crosses their path, they crash, and soon thereafter the annoying twit in the car they hit is dragged away by the big, nasty (and mostly unseen) critter to be crunched and munched.
Somehow, and I'm not quite sure how it happened, both Ellie and Jimmy are slightly injured by the critter, and predictably, both soon experiencing heightened senses and suffering the Mark of the Beast on the palm of their hands. Which palm changes from scene to scene, and the Mark occasionally disappears when the camera angle changes. Darned inconvenient, those moving Marks!
Will Ellie and Jimmy discover the identity of the true Beast before the full moon and save themselves from the curse? Will Jimmy defeat the school bully and get the girl? Does anyone care?
The editing is terrible, the acting and dialogue groan-inducing, the special effect and makeup are hokey and the movie never even explains its own werewolf rules! An elaborate horror-themed nightclub is merely a set-piece for a Scooby Doo-style chase and a pivotal scene makes a hall of mirrors look fake. They couldn't even afford mirrors?
And Scott Baio is in it!!!
It's disappointing that something this hokey came from two horror greats -- director Wes Craven and writer Kevin Williamson ("Scream"). Better luck next time, guys.
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