A remarkably lame movie coming from an Oscar-winning director like Oliver Stone. But then even some of the world's finest directors could never get how to make a real horror film. I'm not one to consider Stone's "Natural Born Killers" a horror movie either. It was more a lame-ass attempt by him to make a cult movie. It wasn't cult. It wasn't even good mainstream. It was shit.
This is pretty bad too, but it is at least better than "Natural Born Killers." It's genuine, legitimate schlock. Just not very good schlock. Caine plays a cartoonist who, during a freak accident, loses his hand! His cartooning career in tatters, he gets incredibly depressed and, as so often happens in horror films, becomes horribly resentful of those he love him. Naturally, the hand takes on a life of its own and starts killing everyone he hates.
We've seen the story told and retold a thousand times before, from "Forbidden Planet" to "Monkey Shines." There's not much to recommend here, but it is an interesting oddity as Stone's first-ever feature film.
The buzz around this flick is exdtaorrinary. Can't want to see it.It's amazing how quicky directors can oscillate between perfection and crap. Stone's last movie was, of course, the latter. And Woody Allen's SCOOP is reportedly dreadful an odd performance coming off of MATCH POINT, arguably one of the best films of his career.