CURSED

CURSED: D+

Directed by Wes Craven, with an all-star cast of Christine Ricci, Joshua Jackson and Judy Greer. How did this film go for nearly 15 years without me knowing anything about it?

Oh, the B-level story, that's how.

The film had its moments and it even got to a handful of points to where it was the on the verge of being good. Christine Ricci despite having little to work with in terms of a script and having to carry Jesse Eisenberg through nearly all of their scenes was without dispute the best thing this film had going for itself. It'd almost be fair to say she was the ONLY thing that the film had going for itself, but Jackson and Greer also gave passable performances.

Normally I'm thrilled as well as thankful to see amateur wrestling depicted in a film, but I'd just as soon that it wasn't here. Wrestling coaches being impressed with illegal maneuvers and their star wrestlers getting hurt? I don't think so. And not only is their a homoerotic tone, but of course the closet homosexual has to a wrestler. Before I'm misunderstood, misconstrued and misquoted, lets be sure to point out what I am saying vs what I a not. I'm a supporter of LGBT. I"m a supporter of homosexuals and homosexual rights. I've marched in Gay parades. I lived with a gay guy for 11 months. I was in a wedding where two men married each other. I've known gay wrestlers and I supported them in wrestling. What I do NOT support is the idea that wrestling is a homosexual sport and that only homosexuals participate in it. I have to say, I lost a bit of respect for the late Wes Craven do to these scenes and the attitude that was displayed towards the sport I love.

But, I didn't let that spoil the whole film for me.

No what did spoil it was a false ending that wasn't really a false ending. The whole, "It was HIM!!!" to, "NO, it was HER!!!" then back to "Oh..ok we were right the first time, it WAS HIM!" was not done well at all. It was not shocking. It was not twisting. It wasn't even the least bit suspenseful. It was, "Well, duh."

And then they put Scott Baio in the film and they don't kill him off with a brutal long drawn out torturous death? Are you kidding me? Build up my hopes that he'll have his ears torn off, and his eyes poked out, both of them shoved up his rectum so that he can see and hear his butt getting kicked. And nothing of the sort happens. Talk about a let down.

With a smidgen of help from Jackson and a sprinkle of assistance from Green Ricci practically carried this film by herself. It's no wonder she had such a firm, sexy body. Having to carry Eisenberg during the production was quite the workout.

They say no matter how good you are, everyone has a turd in them. Wes Craven, this is your toot.