Relic/D,D |
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Paramount/1997/109m/ANA 2.35 | ||
Relic is the largest piece of reptile irrelevance ever discovered in Hollywood. Peter Hyams should be ashamed of himself. If I were the director of Relic I would have fired the cinematographer before he made a disaster of my movie. But then that's a problem for Hyams since he is own cinematographer. The film is either shot so dark to hide how bad it is or the transfer guys sapped out whatever light there was before foisting on an unsuspecting video audience. Not only is this movie unremittingly dark, it is edited in such a frenzy you'd swear the creature was after the filmmakers. And why not go after the filmmakers in this case. They deserve a fate worse than a grand payday. They are the ones that should have been food for an out of control Relic.
Tapping into
the tradition of Mummy films and their archeological basis of knowledge, Relic
starts out in the South American jungles in a hodge-podge Indian ceremony. Next thing you
know a crate containing the seeds of the next would-be great movie monster are on their
way to a big American museum to show off to a black tie fund-raising crowd. Rest assured
this is not going to be a happy party even though all the cliché characters are sure to
get their comeuppance. There's a competition going on for a museum grant and a messy
murder to solve. Will the black tie benefit go on as scheduled or will the police
investigation blow the big buck party. |