Thursday, March 15, 2007 07:24 am
Grim genre, beginning with M, includes classics to die for
Untitled Document I had a premonition about Sandra Bullock’s latest film, which just happens to be called Premonition. I sensed that this was going to be another misguided effort by an actress with a career built on half-baked movies. Regrettably, I was right. I can think of no other actress of Bullock’s stature who has starred in more awful films. From the totally inane (The Lake House) to the unintentionally melodramatic (28 Days) and the severely overrated (Crash), the actress continues to work despite a string of stinkers for which there is no deodorant strong enough. Premonition, just like Lake House, deals with a couple whose relationship is toyed with by time. Bullock is Linda Hanson, an upper-middle-class stay-at-home mom who is told one day that her husband, Jim (Julian McMahon), has died in a car accident. Problem is, she wakes up the next morning to find her hubby sipping coffee in the kitchen as if nothing has happened . . . and it hasn’t, yet. Linda, who first dismisses this all as a bad dream until this sequence of events happens again, sets out to find some answers to what’s going on. Unfortunately, it takes her 1 hour and 35 minutes of screen time to get a clue and then spring into action. This is the sort of movie that’s hard to write about without giving away its surprises, though doing so, in this case, could be considered a public service. Time travel, a lack of adherence to religious beliefs on Linda’s part, and myriad other odd occurrences all supposedly give us clues to the mystery. Unfortunately, this is a jigsaw puzzle minus the key pieces in the middle. Equally frustrating is the notion that Premonition might have represented a good time at the cineplex if only it had taken on a campy tone — something apparently beyond Bullock’s range.