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THE GIFT 4/10 US
2000 Billy Bob Thornton wrote The Gift way back in ‘94, and was presumably persuaded to fish it out of his sock drawer after Sling Blade and A Simple Plan propelled him to stardom. This would explain the cheesy, threadbare staleness of what’s an extremely old-fashioned psychic whodunnit in which medium Blanchett solves a Deep South murder case. Or does she?! Plan director Raimi just about handles the shocks OK, but lacks the talent to shake such cliched material into life – he even has Blanchett’s hair ruffled by a breeze while experiencing one of her ‘spells’ indoors. While it’s good to Raimi him back on familiar turf after his abortive foray into Costner-baseball territory with For the Love of the Game, with each new movie he offers further evidence that his nifty Evil Dead hits were a misleading false dawn. After a promising start (the first vision, featuring a slo-mo falling pencil and some dirty feet standing in water, is marvellously spooky) The Gift rapidly heads down depressingly uninspired routes, including some jawdropping courtroom scenes whose ludicrousness rivals Wild Things – in that picture the comedy was, of course, intentional. The unsinkable Blanchett sails on regardless – she’s the only thing that makes the movie watchable, but her starry supporting cast aren’t so lucky. They’re either ludicrously underused (Rosemary Harris in a sixty-second cameo as a ghost) or just badly directed (Ribisi’s incomprehensibly garbled, unbearably irrirating mechanic). You can’t blame them, of course for a script which reduces their already two-dimensional ‘characters’ to crude cogs in a mechanical plot deisgned to throw up up one unconvincing red herring after another. The killer is insultingly guessable - you won’t need ESP to work the whole thing out very early on. There’s no predicting the absurdity of the final twist, however – as with What Lies Beneath, it involves some supernatural activity that’s a complete departure from everything that’s gone before. This isn’t Evil Dead 4, Sam – more’s the pity. |
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by Neil Young |
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