8/27/04 by mushingirl

First and foremost, drinksmoke, I love your new pick in the about us section.

That said, I saw another movie tonight. It was called Suspect Zero (I guess it is still called Suspect Zero, I am just not watching it any more). After the crap I have seen lately I was impressed. Now, however, I have had a little time to digest it and here is what I think.
Aaron Eckert ( I hope I did not butcher the spelling of his name) plays FBI agent Tom Makelroy, an agent recently demoted from the Dallas branch to the New Mexico branch (I would try to spell Albequircky, bt I can't spel). He has been placed there after he botched the arrest of a serial killer by not following procedure. At least I think so. The almost two and a half minutes of exposition related to this subject was spread ot between clues on who/what suspect zero is and battering us over the head with the ex relationship he had with Carrie Anne Moss, agent Trinity.
I actually do not know for certain her name was agent Trinity, but it doesn't really matter because her character was nearly irrelevant in the overly garnished, substanence diluted plot.
Eckert's performance seemed stiff, but he was after all doing his best "Mulder on a bad day" impression.
Visually this movie was very impressive. The bits of psychopathic montage mixed in with the dark images of dead people and missing persons was done with NIN video precision. This in combination with the concept was interesting enough to hold my attention, unlike last week's disappointment "Exhorcist: The Beggining."
The brightest spot in the entire film, however, was Ben Kingsley's performance. Kingsley is a superb actor who teased us with a near psycopathic performance in the 90's smash hit, "Sneakers." The character he played in Suspect Zero was the only one fleshed out to completion and given the attention of a noteworthy actor.
The sad thing is, even though I have bad things to say about the film, I still liked it. Perhaps my expectations were lowered after last week's disappointment. Perhaps it is my time of month and I was welcoming dark and gritty visuals and a hero who is inept. Perhaps the pizza I ate before I went made me so comfortable even the worst film ever made (1989's House Guest) would have been ok.
Regardless, I liked it. I saw through plot points, predicted outcomes, marveled at how plastic Carrie Anne Moss is, and thouroughly enjoyed myself.