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Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Unremarkable

It is official: January has not been a good month regarding movies. Every single film I've seen has left me indifferent, if not sick. Last Saturday I went to see Untraceable, and it's just more of the same: a meh movie.

Untraceable stars Diane Lane, Billy Burke, and Colin Hanks as FBI agents working for the cybercrime division. When a new website that offers live murders comes up, it's all they can do to find the elusive website's creator and deranged murderer and stop his killing spree. If it sounds like a thriller, that's because it's supposed to be one. However, there are not many thrills to be found, to be honest.

Untraceable is well acted and competently directed by Gregory Hoblit, but the problem is that the script is unoriginal, quite formulaic and very predictable (and it took three people to come up with it!). I won't spoil anything for you here (of course), but I'm sure you could guess at least a couple of "major events" and the movie’s resolution without even knowing anything else about the film. And this predictability means murder for a thriller (lame pun intended).

Still, I thought the movie was entertaining, but hardly worth the admission price. It's a good movie to see on a Saturday afternoon, wrapped in a blanket at home, when it airs on TV and you have nothing else to do. I'm not sure it deserves more than that, really.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Muy bien, Fel, ya que dices que simplemente con lo que sabemos (o sea, nada) podríamos adivinar el final, intentarelo: el asesino resulta ser el personaje de Colin Hanks, y el clímax tiene lugar de noche en un edificio (preferentemente un almacén o las propias oficinas del FBI) al que previamente el asesino ha cortado la alimentación eléctrica.
Y hay alguna escena por los túneles del metro, hala. ;)

Mario Alba said...

Hehehe. Yo también pensaba que el asesino sería Colin Hanks, hasta que (desgraciadamente) recordé parte del trailer.

El clímax sí tiene lugar de noche, y si bien no es un almacén, es algo muy, muy parecido. Pero no hay escenas en el metro, no.

Y por cierto, tengo una pregunta/petición. Ya sé que dijiste que analizar malas películas es más fácil que hacerlo con las buenas, pero me estaba preguntando si podrías darle el tratamiento NVEEC a Serenity, de nuestro querido Joss Whedon. Curiosidad, que tengo.