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Twisted review
Mar. 4th, 2004 03:38 pmTwisted opens with a shot of a foggy San Francisco Bay. It closes on a foggy San Fran night. All of the content between those two shots is figuratively shot in a fog. The movie wants to be a creepy, complex thriller. However, it keeps putting itself into the silly, confusing thriller category.
Ashley Judd's character is a newly promoted SF homicide inspector with a thing for rough sex with strangers. She wakes from a drunken fog for several mornings and guys start showing up around the bay beaten to a pulp. All of the bodies are men with whom she has fucked.
If that wasn't bad enough, the plot starts to spiral out of control. Everyone becomes a suspect. Not a variety of motivations revealed in a Agatha Christie novel, but everyone starts acting suspicious and creepy music starts playing under innocuous statements to imply that something isn't right. It is revealed that the killer has a cigarette burn signature on the corpses and, suddenly, every character in the movie is shown smoking! Eventually, Judd's character thinks that she's responsible for all of these deaths. The police (after 4 bodies have shown up) start to think that she's responsible. She cracks from the pressure of an interrogation and is put into the mental ward. The camera cuts to her lying on her side in a dingy cell talking as if reciting from a Hannibal Lector monologue. Suddenly, someone bursts in to proclaim that she's not insane, she's actually been drugged by Ruffies! She bolts right up and is suddenly sane. Judd's character walks out with the police officer and they go in search of the killer leaving the shrink (and the audience) sitting dumbfounded.
If you like bad movies, this has to be one of the worst movies I have seen in a long time. It was impossible not to laugh out loud. Thankfully, my wife got to join me and the two of us had a fantastic time giggling the whole way through.
If you smoke a lot or love to ridicule movies, this is the one for you. Hey, you drinkers/smokers might want to make a game of it. Drink/smoke everytime someone is seen smoking a cigarette or when she flashes back to her father's death!
Ashley Judd's character is a newly promoted SF homicide inspector with a thing for rough sex with strangers. She wakes from a drunken fog for several mornings and guys start showing up around the bay beaten to a pulp. All of the bodies are men with whom she has fucked.
If that wasn't bad enough, the plot starts to spiral out of control. Everyone becomes a suspect. Not a variety of motivations revealed in a Agatha Christie novel, but everyone starts acting suspicious and creepy music starts playing under innocuous statements to imply that something isn't right. It is revealed that the killer has a cigarette burn signature on the corpses and, suddenly, every character in the movie is shown smoking! Eventually, Judd's character thinks that she's responsible for all of these deaths. The police (after 4 bodies have shown up) start to think that she's responsible. She cracks from the pressure of an interrogation and is put into the mental ward. The camera cuts to her lying on her side in a dingy cell talking as if reciting from a Hannibal Lector monologue. Suddenly, someone bursts in to proclaim that she's not insane, she's actually been drugged by Ruffies! She bolts right up and is suddenly sane. Judd's character walks out with the police officer and they go in search of the killer leaving the shrink (and the audience) sitting dumbfounded.
If you like bad movies, this has to be one of the worst movies I have seen in a long time. It was impossible not to laugh out loud. Thankfully, my wife got to join me and the two of us had a fantastic time giggling the whole way through.
If you smoke a lot or love to ridicule movies, this is the one for you. Hey, you drinkers/smokers might want to make a game of it. Drink/smoke everytime someone is seen smoking a cigarette or when she flashes back to her father's death!
