This film is weirder than weird Jack McWeird, the weirdo who runs the weird shop in Weirdsville. Whether thats a good or a bad thing is probably something youll need to decide for yourselves, but personally its something I can generally do without. Id much rather see a movie with a well-written script and engaging plot than one thats technically and visually awesome but with little else going for it. The Cell, for the most part, falls into the latter category.
Jennifer Lopez plays Catherine Deane, a respected social worker called upon by the FBI to delve, literally, into the mind of a comatose serial-killer (Vincent DOnofrio). He likes bleaching corpses, dangling from skin-implanted hooks, attacking women in dimly-lit multi-storey car parks and watching people drown. Form an orderly queue, ladies!
Using experimental mind-hopping equipment, J-Lo takes a trip through the psyche of this funster in an attempt to discover the location of his latest abductee who, somewhere out there, is trapped in a perspex box thats gradually filling up with water. Beat that, David Blaine!
Vince Vaughn does his best but is woefully miscast as the FBI agent overseeing the whole affair, and most of the rest of the acting on display is only so-so. In fact, much like the distinctly Silence of the Lambs-esque plot, the performances of the cast take a back seat to the eye-popping (and at times pretty darn unpleasant) imagery on-screen for most of the duration. And, if you think any of it bears more than a passing resemblance to REMs Losing My Religion vid, its probably because both are the work of Indian director Tarsem Singh.