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- "Lost Souls"
(Reviewed September 15, 2000)
- What is the point? What in God's name is the point of wasting money and film stock to make another lame, leaden-paced, flat-out moronic rip-off of "The Exorcist?" What the hell
were the producers thinking? Do they imagine that the cinema-going audience lives in a universe where "The Exorcist" never was made? Have they forgotten that earlier this summer another studio tried this
same trick by making the horrendously terrible Kim Basinger bomb "Bless the Child?" Or that just last year yet another studio made an egregious "Exorcist" retread called "Stigmata," which deservedly came
and went without a trace?
Let's not mince words here: This movie eats it. Sure, the ageless Winona Ryder still looks elfin and winsome, running around in too-big clothes that make her look like a harried, raccoon-eyed
teenage runaway. (Yum!) But she mopes her way through the entire picture, smokes so much that she should worry more about lung cancer than about the advent of the antichrist, and wears what I can only
hope is a stringy, ridiculous wig throughout. Sorry, baby--this is one of those rare cases where cuteness doesn't trump stupid. (Rare, indeed!)
Speaking of ciggies, has anyone else noticed how often cigarettes are used in bad movies by bad actors only because they seem to need something to do with their hands? Hey, people: If you can't
convey your character's state of mind by actually ACTING, think about taking a few more classes, okay?
Here is one example of how brain-dead this turkey is: If you knew for certain that a guy was the antichrist, if you knew that fact beyond any shadow of a doubt, would you willingly go to a
deserted house out in the middle of the woods with him? Winona Ryder would!
Avoid this one like church, folks.
Back Row Grade: F
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