Sunday, March 15, 2009
100 Feet 
Although I’m ecstatic to see Eric Red (The Hitcher, Near Dark & Body Parts) behind the helm again - this time not taking 12 years to return - 100 Feet falls flat, having tripped over itself. X-Men ex-hottie Famke Janssen stars as Marnie, a recent parolee returning home to live out the rest of her sentence under house arrest. The catch? It’s the house she killed her wife beating cop husband in.
100 Feet stumbles right out of the gate with the absolutely terrible on screen partnership of Janssen and wannabe goomba, Bobby Cannavale (as dead husband’s former partner Shanks). We’re force-fed awkward and ludicrous dialogue with the all-too-annoying and obvious too much info scenario set up.
“What do you mean I’m not going to have power until Monday, that means I won’t have power ALLLLL weekend?!?!” – dun dun dun!
The night arrives. And aforementioned husband's ghost shows up to finish the beat down he was so inconsiderately interrupted by his knife-wielding wife. Marnie spends the weekend ordering delivery, sleeping with teenagers, and enjoying the spontaneous surprises from the chin checker spectre.
A few decent jump scares and one apparition ass-whooping for the ages later, we’re thrown a laughable and nonsensical ending that only Sauron of Lord of the Rings would understand. If you like j-horror, check this out, if you don’t, skip it.