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This ain't no legend
Urban Legends: The Final Cut Final cut: It's the quick incision of a blade leading
to death, it's the ultimate outcome of a film's editing process,
and hopefully it will be the second and final film in the Urban
Legend series.
It's winter, and film students at Alpine University are
working hard to submit films good enough to be in line to win the
Hitchcock prize: $15,000 and a shot at Hollywood success. It's
going to get nasty. The original crew who survived Urban Legend have been
replaced, except for squeaky-voiced security guard Reese (Loretta
Devine), and a cameo by the killer in the original - but you'd
have to stay beyond the lights being turned on in a Bangkok
cinema to catch her. Amy Mayfield (Jennifer Morrison) has trouble hitting on an
idea for her film, but is inspired by Reese to make a film about,
surprise, surprise, a serial killer who bases his murders on
urban legends. Oddly, the actors and crew working with Amy begin
to disappearing and getting killed - including her friend
Travis, who despite being a promising film student, scored poorly
on his Hitchcock entry. But before we get into the fact that none of the legends Amy
films are unheard of - that's a problem with using them all up in
the first, much better, film - there's a gory but good little
sketch on the old kidney-removal tale. Only problem is it doesn't
quite relate to the rest of the film. The holes don't stop there. Despite various student
disappearances and deaths under suspicious circumstances, the
police are completely uninterested unless they're hauling away
the dead in body bags or sticking up yellow crime tape. Travis'
twin brother, who appears from the past following his brother's
death, can't go to the police: he was involved in something a bit
dodgy in the past. Right, that explains it! And how do a group of university students get complete access
to an old disused but incredibly well-kept and working carnival
ride? But back to that crocheted blanket of a plot. The killer could
be anyone - take your pick, as there are certainly no sensible
clues being woven into the action. But eventually all is revealed
in a scene where the too-many-guns-some-are-fake scene drags on
and on. Although her role's not exactly challenging, Morrison puts in
a solid performance and has screen presence worthier of greater
things. Keep an eye out for her. Otherwise the acting is pretty
unremarkable. One positive development in the world of Hollywood: a lesbian
character who's "normal" - in other words, she can just be a
student rather than having to have her sexuality problematized
into a complete film. But nothing much else can be said about a film that fails to
be really smart about anything at all. It's confusing, derivative
of, rather than tributary to, the various films it quotes, and,
excepting the kidney scene, lacking in gut-wrenching scariness.
And you can't say anything worse about a whodunnit, a satire,
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