Never help anyone.
Jeff Mills (Timothy Daly) meets Miranda Reed (Kelly Preston) in a parking lot in which a man is attacking her. Jeff takes Miranda to his home to get her away from her abusive boyfriend and they share a night of passion. They get very close and it’s revealed that Miranda has a past, a past that threatens to end badly for her and Jeff….
The acting in this film is very much over the top for a lot of the film. The psycho ‘boyfriend’ (Anthony Crivello) acts by alternating bugging out his eyes and squinting to the point that he looks like a stage magician. Mrs. White (Audra Lindley) comes to Jeff’s office to threaten him and the second time makes a scene implying that Jeff attacked her; come and knock on my door indeed. Derek Clayton (Rick Rossovich) goes through the film with the kind of grin that needs to be slapped from his face. Only Jeff’s secretary Grace Woods (Diana Bellamy) avoids the bad acting bug, acting better than the sum of the leads’ best moments. The acting in this is middling at best and, at worst, hilariously bad.
The police have been investigating the Satanic cult that’s been leaving its mark and corpses all over town. This is a problem as police tend to dislike having to solve murders as they’d much rather issue tickets to vehicles or bludgeon dangerous minorities. One of those dangerous minorities – Lt. Lee (Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa) – is heading up the investigation and is getting nowhere. The problem is that, when police are asked to investigate crimes committed by lunatics, they have a great deal of difficulty solving them. The situation is worse when those assorted crazies actually have magical powers which can help them avoid detection. Even worse still is the way that everyone is a part of the cult so it’s impossible to deal with the situation. Take me back to the 1980s when people outside the stupider parts of the United States actually believed that there was a giant invisible Satanic conspiracy that raped women, sacrificed their children, and engaged in fun – though very sinful – sex with each other and Satan himself.
People are dumb.
Speaking of dumb, the plot of this epic is nothing more than a rip off of The Wicker Man (1973). Our hero gets lured with fulfillment into a dangerous situation that results in his death for insane religious reasons. Now – aside from a chance to get a look at Kelly Preston‘s goodies, which I don’t like as much as Britt Ekland‘s – that is where the resemblance ends. However, this film does have several scenes of the hero overacting and beating up on women, so perhaps it has more to do with Neil LaBute‘s version of The Wicker Man than the original?
Oh, plus it’s kind of lame.
Trailer on YouTube.