Starring: No one, really.
Echoes is a film that opens up well enough and, even though I wasn't expecting much, it still let me down. It was like watching Emmerdale Farm, only with the television switched off, my body encased in concrete, and me being dead.
A struggling artist (Get a real job!) in New York keeps having nightmares where he's running around the distant past getting harassed by a moustachioed fiend. His name is Michael and he's got the hots for some ballet girl, while his equally moustachioed friend has the hots for a ballet guy. Both are successful, and in the case of the friend you can tell which one is the sponge and which is stone.
Things are nicely set up when the fiend from Michael's dreams kind of manifests himself and flicks Michael's cat out of the window. We also get treated to a sex scene, all within about fifteen minutes of the film beginning, which isn't too bad for this kind of film. However, once the film has drawn us in, it makes itself oh-so slowly clear that nothing of any consequence is really going to happen by treating us to people having lunch, having dinner, arguing, looking moody on rooftops, growing stubble, not sleeping, wandering around a bit, reconciling, falling out with friends, having more lunch and struggling with an awaking long dead twin brother who is also the reincarnation of Michael's previous incarnation's brother.
There's little to no suspense in this one and I passed out at around the one hour fifteen mark, only to stupidly rewind back fifteen minutes and realise that I'd missed nothing but Michael running between a psychic and his mother. The very few last minutes insert some kind of 'action' when the fiend gets it both in a flashback and in a car chase involving one car. How do you kill a ghost in a car crash anyway? Very poor, this one. Horror fans don't need family tension or reconciliation – they want pitchforks through necks and some spookiness. In general this is a fairly pointless exercise on every level and I can't recommend it even for one sitting. Avoid.
I give it 57 out of whgai489htwe
Echoes is a film that opens up well enough and, even though I wasn't expecting much, it still let me down. It was like watching Emmerdale Farm, only with the television switched off, my body encased in concrete, and me being dead.
A struggling artist (Get a real job!) in New York keeps having nightmares where he's running around the distant past getting harassed by a moustachioed fiend. His name is Michael and he's got the hots for some ballet girl, while his equally moustachioed friend has the hots for a ballet guy. Both are successful, and in the case of the friend you can tell which one is the sponge and which is stone.
Things are nicely set up when the fiend from Michael's dreams kind of manifests himself and flicks Michael's cat out of the window. We also get treated to a sex scene, all within about fifteen minutes of the film beginning, which isn't too bad for this kind of film. However, once the film has drawn us in, it makes itself oh-so slowly clear that nothing of any consequence is really going to happen by treating us to people having lunch, having dinner, arguing, looking moody on rooftops, growing stubble, not sleeping, wandering around a bit, reconciling, falling out with friends, having more lunch and struggling with an awaking long dead twin brother who is also the reincarnation of Michael's previous incarnation's brother.
There's little to no suspense in this one and I passed out at around the one hour fifteen mark, only to stupidly rewind back fifteen minutes and realise that I'd missed nothing but Michael running between a psychic and his mother. The very few last minutes insert some kind of 'action' when the fiend gets it both in a flashback and in a car chase involving one car. How do you kill a ghost in a car crash anyway? Very poor, this one. Horror fans don't need family tension or reconciliation – they want pitchforks through necks and some spookiness. In general this is a fairly pointless exercise on every level and I can't recommend it even for one sitting. Avoid.
I give it 57 out of whgai489htwe