Cursed Review

Written by: JaNell Fowler   

Wes Craven... WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU? The master of terror... has... lost it! Freddie Kruger is rolling over in hell, probably ready to go find the man himself and put a few claw marks down his back, of course if he's still capable of thinking up something as scary as that.

Let me set the scene for you: darkened theater, soda in one had popcorn in the other. Boyfriend with his head on my shoulder, snoring softly. He fell asleep twenty minutes ago. I however can't sleep, my eyes are glued open wondering why I am wasting my life sitting in this theater watching this...this... horror? Horr-ible. And that about sums it. The best part in the movie was when you get your first look at the werewolf and everyone in the audience burst out laughing! No kidding. Terror? Zilch. Suspense? Non - existant. Special effects? Not so special.

Christina Ricci did a fairly decent job with the script she was given, Josh Jackson typical flat and boring. That little brother of hers? A little too goofy even for someone portraying a geek. My recommendation? Put Wes Craven back on whatever it was he was taking back in the old days when the movies still made you want to leave the lights on and take Cursed, and put it in the comedy section.