Basically yet ANOTHER predictable, boring, slow paced "Silence of the Lambs" rip-off.
The Cell is extremely dumbed down for its audience -- they seem to think that we're as inane as our public educations would suggest. There might as well have been huge yellow arrows pointing at D'Onofrio with "crazy bad guy" spelt out nearby, or at that albino dog with "pseudo-exotic symbol for crazy bad guy's soul."
Lopez (magnanimous as always) is some sort of sugarsweet Mary Poppins character that magically makes everything better for everyone. A hateless, unhated curly-topped Curly Sue. The Saint of all Saints? (How un-sacrilegious of our dear Catholic conceptor and this, his psychological daystallion/nightmare.) Vaughn, on the other hand, is nasty. This man couldn't act himself out of bed in the morning. I'm glad somebody finally disemboweled him. (I was having an urge to do something similar...)
Albeit all that, final remark: I actually recommend at least one sit through. Simple reason is that the sequences where you FINALLY enter D'Onofrio's brain are beyond words. Incredible cinematography that hasn't been seen before [aftertaste not of Liquid Television quality, but still interesting]. These vignettes are obviously the only talent of our director -- they are greatly different in style than the surrounding lameness of the "crime investigation." Glossied up, perfected, liquefied visual compositions, that although sometimes too conveniently obvious t, why don't you just give EVERYONE those stupid white contacts...oh wait a minute, you did], they're quite impressive, PhotoShopped, bubbling apple cores and apple skins of the pre-assumed subconscious of our D'Onofrio. ((These would be what the trailers used: Lopez in the desert, D'Onofrio with the purple cape attached to his back, etc. etc.)) Eye candy on a Godiva level. The rest of it (the inexcusable, pathetically boring stale bread surrounding the delectable delicatessen choice meats) is completely avoidable and too predictable to be taken seriously. But those subconscious travels -- wow.
Hell, just skip to Chapter 12 of the DVD and from there on is all you need to worry about.
5 nude body-builders out of 10.
The Cell is extremely dumbed down for its audience -- they seem to think that we're as inane as our public educations would suggest. There might as well have been huge yellow arrows pointing at D'Onofrio with "crazy bad guy" spelt out nearby, or at that albino dog with "pseudo-exotic symbol for crazy bad guy's soul."
Lopez (magnanimous as always) is some sort of sugarsweet Mary Poppins character that magically makes everything better for everyone. A hateless, unhated curly-topped Curly Sue. The Saint of all Saints? (How un-sacrilegious of our dear Catholic conceptor and this, his psychological daystallion/nightmare.) Vaughn, on the other hand, is nasty. This man couldn't act himself out of bed in the morning. I'm glad somebody finally disemboweled him. (I was having an urge to do something similar...)
Albeit all that, final remark: I actually recommend at least one sit through. Simple reason is that the sequences where you FINALLY enter D'Onofrio's brain are beyond words. Incredible cinematography that hasn't been seen before [aftertaste not of Liquid Television quality, but still interesting]. These vignettes are obviously the only talent of our director -- they are greatly different in style than the surrounding lameness of the "crime investigation." Glossied up, perfected, liquefied visual compositions, that although sometimes too conveniently obvious t, why don't you just give EVERYONE those stupid white contacts...oh wait a minute, you did], they're quite impressive, PhotoShopped, bubbling apple cores and apple skins of the pre-assumed subconscious of our D'Onofrio. ((These would be what the trailers used: Lopez in the desert, D'Onofrio with the purple cape attached to his back, etc. etc.)) Eye candy on a Godiva level. The rest of it (the inexcusable, pathetically boring stale bread surrounding the delectable delicatessen choice meats) is completely avoidable and too predictable to be taken seriously. But those subconscious travels -- wow.
Hell, just skip to Chapter 12 of the DVD and from there on is all you need to worry about.
5 nude body-builders out of 10.
