Derry Herrera
Not sure how, but this is easily one of the best movies all summer. Multiple levels of funny, never takes itself seriously, super colorful, and creative.
craighenry-65441
Who is the idiot writing this show. This is not even close to a residency let alone real medicine.
All you are going to accomplish is to scare patients. You were 100% incorrect in placing a central line. I ran a residency program in Anesthesiology for 10 years and I'd have reamed out any resident who even glanced at a scalpel to start a central line. It's placed with a needle.
If you have consultants, every one of them needs fired. None of that show is even close to reality. I cannot believe anyone would allow a show like this to air.
HEFILM
This thin story goes nowhere other films haven't gone before with more excitement and meaning or at least shocks. The moody first 20 minutes quickly turn into a slog after a "twist" that any brief description of the film will spoil before you watch it anyway.Like all of Hammer films recent (rebirth films--and much of their overall output and reputation) this is handsomely made film. Though most of it takes place on New Mexico shot interior sets it all looks seamlessly like NYC and features good real NYC exterior scenes. But so what? Jeffrey Dean Morgan proves that he has limits to what he can do here. I like the guy as a performer and he usually makes anything he is in better than it was before he arrived. Take the way he helped the second season of EXTANT TV series for example. But his acting isn't up to what's required here and his general vibe is all wrong. He is totally miscast here and can't overcome that. He seems too natural confident and relaxed to be the psychopathic obsessive loner we are supposed to believe him to be. The more they put him in situations that are to show how creepy his is the more the problem becomes and the situations become borderline silly.Swank is equally miscast really, not being willing to do any nudity--which a film that partly is supposed to be about sexuality its repression and obsession--requires, and she never seems emotionally or physically vulnerable. Her talking about being exhausted or repressed just seems like dialogue, not reflected in how she looks or acts.Why she'd be interested in being in a film like this is a bit of a puzzle. Being the center of almost every shot and probably being the largest single dollar amount in the budget would be appealing, sure.The whole thing finally turns into protracted and not well done slasher chase scene inside the apartment's confined inner recesses.Though the same director went on to do PURGE--leading to a successful theatrical run of movies--he does little here to show he has much interest in the genre. Only the classy production values separate this from a Lifetime movie and the fact that it barely got released is no surprise. This would be a not--too--good episode of Hammer's own previous television series in the 80's and it's just not, as made, a feature or worth feature length.Music score is useless adds nothing to the characters or supposed scares. Mostly the middle hour of the film is dull and predictable.Christopher Lee plays a part like his friend Peter Cushing did or might have were he still alive. That part is the old man. Really that's it, that's his role. He seems a little threatening....once.Lee plays it with a vacant, almost lost, old man look--that is not how he, himself looked at the time--so it is a performance and his final scene is well done physically--as Lee was always among other things a physical actor--even in a role here that requires mostly no movement. But having him in the movie and doing as little as they do here shows another level of script and directing disinterest. Especially to have him "return" to Hammer to make a film they basically do as little as possible with him. Still fans will see the potential the filmmakers didn't.The whole thing hardly seems worth the trouble of being made or watched.
Robert J. Maxwell
Hillary Swank is a doctor at a New York hospital and I guess I don't have to tell YOU about the cost of living in New York. And the rents? A fortune for an apartment the size of a walk-in closet, unfurnished, no smoking, no drinking, no cussing, no nudity, no sexual congress, utilities extra, and no pets.Fortunately for Swank, she find a comfortable enough place at a more than reasonable price. And everything is included, including the peeping Tom, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, who owns the place and has refitted it with a maze of peep holes, crawlspaces cameras, microphones, and other preverted appurtenances and paraphernalia.Strange things happen while Swank occupies the place. Windows slam shut without warning and there is a big BOOM on the sound track. (This is called a "sting" in the industry.) As it happens, there is no particular reason for the window to slam shut without warning. I mean, it has nothing to do with Jeffrey Dean Morgan. It's just there to provide the unthinking viewer with a jolt of sympathetic arousal.This creeping around, the tentative encounters between the sinuous Swank and the bland but twitterpated Morgan, take up the bulk of the movie. The recently deceased Christopher Lee is in the cast too, in excelsis. He's a taciturn old codger, an actor whom age has turned into a magnificent wreck, flung "on the reef of Norman's Woe." He's not around long. Morgan is his grandson, and Morgan kills him.The acting is alright but I couldn't help disliking Jeffrey Dean Morgan. It's not his creepiness that was so bothersome. Hell, who wouldn't want to sneak into the slinky Swank's bedroom in the middle of the night and suck on her little finger while she slept? Any normal man would crawl at the chance. No, it's not his paraphilia. It's his three names. This current fad of actors and actresses needing three names has got to stop. It's the hoof and mouth disease of modern celebrity. And while we're at it, let's have no more girls named "Dakota" either. Enough is enough.The direction is desperate. I have no idea what was going through Antti Jokinen's mind when, in the very middle of this narrative, he runs the film backwards in black and white at blinding speed and starts over from the beginning. Maybe it wasn't in his mind. Maybe it was something in his digestive system.But his greatest sin is the non-disrobing of Hillary Swank. Oh, she's not always clothed. It's worse than that. She does remove her clothes and even makes love to her ex husband once -- but the director never ONCE gives us a display of gratuitous nudity. When she's traipsing around naked, all you see are her feet. Even when she's taking a bath in a fluid so opaque that it suggests ass's milk and has resorted to DIY, you'd have to have second sight to realize what was going on. And at that, there's a click or some other odd sound from somewhere, and she's subject to masturbationem interruptus. It's okay if the viewer doesn't get off, but must the director leave silky Swank hanging too?No, it won't do. Swank is too sensuous to be hidden from view. God, those glistening white choppers. What an overbite! She could gnaw her way through an iron bolt as easily as you or I could handle a corn cob at an Iowa picnic.Back to the drawing board, Antti. And change that name.
Shopaholic35
The other reviewers have been very accurate with this movie. It is an average movie with just as many good parts as bad. There's some definite creepy atmosphere going on but there are also many lulls in the storyline.While the idea may be plausible I don't think it was executed very well. There is something very unbelievable about Jeffrey Dean Morgan's character not being able to get himself a girlfriend. It just seems a real stretch. Sometimes you need a pitiful looking actor otherwise it feels like a Hollywood executive just gave his mate a paying job.Nice try but the casting was off.
