OUT OF THE BODY
%^$#@#$% Australian "psychic link" movies
Before this one, I'd only seen one Australian horror movie, the killer-pig extravaganza Razorback. It was good, but nothing special. This one, on the other hand, sucks.
I mean, Jesus, how many times have we seen this movie? You know, that movie where there's people gettin' killed out there, but ONE MAN has a PSYCHIC LINK to the killer (actually, it's usually one woman)? Movies like this are written by people too lazy to actually make a real whodunnit by dropping in real clues - instead, the guy gets a psychic vision, and thus nothing resembling intelligence has to be injected into the proceedings. The only difference between this and any of a zillion other movies just like it is the Australian accents. And there's nary a killer pig in sight.
No stone is unturned in this one - it really has every cliche in this sub-sub-subgenre. Needless to say, when our psychic hero's having sex with his girlfriend, he has a psychic vision right in the middle of it, etc etc etc. (I have to confess though, that this one scene has a hilarious punch line involving this guy's cat, which has got enough ugly for any half-dozen cats) Just why the killer is removing women's eyes is never explained.
It opens up with one of the most ridiculously incomprehensible opening sequences I've seen. We see a man and a woman in bed talking, and then the woman gets up, gets dressed, goes outside and is promptly killed (in a way you're not expecting). Then we see this guy get up, get out of bed, and the next day, notices this dead chick on the news and in the paper and doesn't bat an eye. I thought he was supposed to be the killer for half an hour, until it became apparent that the guy who got out of bed at the beginning of the movie wasn't the same guy in bed two minutes before.
Sluggishly paced, badly acted, lazily written and frequently tantalizing us with hopes of nudity that never come to fruition, this movie is just plain bad. Directed (again!) by Brian Trenchard-Smith, who of course went on to bigger, better, Leprechaunly things.
Cover art depicts a woman who isn't even in the film. It ain't worth your money, let alone your time. Watch if on crack or not at all.