Jill (Amanda Seyfried) just got back on her feet after being kidnapped, not being believed by the police and having a psychotic break, when her sister Molly (Emily Wickersham) disappears from their house. Jill is convinced that her kidnapper is back and that he took Molly, but the police won’t believe her (again). So Jill sets out to find Molly on her own.
I hadn’t really heard good things about this film but I decided to see it anyway. Boy, do I ever regret that now. Rarely have I seen worse acting or a worse script. And they weren’t even funny with their badness.
The script is headdeskworthy most of the time. It tries so hard to be clever and to throw you off the scent of the bad guy that it doesn’t even notice its own plot holes and inconsistencies [if the police doesn’t believe her – even though she does give them enough reasons why they should look at the situation more closely – why would they have four police officers (and all plain clothes no less) listen to her case? [SPOILER] If Hood really was the bad guy, wouldn’t Jill have recognised him at the police station from the Diner? [/SPOILER] That’s like the worst red herring I’ve ever seen. Why would Jill stop taking her medication? Because she wasn’t anxious enough?]
Plus, the way those clues magically line up made me go insane. There’s only so much suspense of disbelief that I’m able to give. And don’t even get me started on that ending.
It doesn’t help either that Amanda Seyfried is not the world’s greatest actress (nor did I expect her to be). But the lows she reaches here are practically unprecedented and are only matched by the rest of the cast that staggers around the screen like teenagers in a school play.
And then they don’t even have the decency to be funny. They take everything so fucking seriously and try so very hard and in the end, all they accomplish is me rolling my eyes so hard it hurts. And that’s not what I want from a movie.
Summarising: A complete loss.