What starts as a very interesting premise devolves into your typical Clive Barker low simmering homosexual sensibility (the Ryan Murphy BEFORE Ryan Murphy) qualities to all his movies. In this case, the inner being within the inner being and the freaks that come out to attempt to scare you but end up just being a cavalcade of poor monster makeup effects.
You know, I am impressed how much it did predicted arrogant d-bags like Chris Angel or David Blaine. There isn't much of a story there. And a total waste of Famke Janssen. As you don't get to see what REALLY made her famous (remember what I said about latent gay-ness)
Also...why Scott Bakula? Consider that we are use to seeing him on television as a wholesome character. Then try to convince us we should think he is a foul mouth tough guy detective. It doesn't gel in 1995. Maybe 2020, but not back then.
This movie is a total drag (after 27 minutes to the end, I thought it would NEVER end). Somber as most Barker films are. Though not grim, it feels more like a straight to video project. Just seems to not start out with a lot of gas and just get worse.
This movie is a total drag (after 27 minutes to the end, I thought it would NEVER end). Somber as most Barker films are. Though not grim, it feels more like a straight to video project. Just seems to not start out with a lot of gas and just get worse.