December 23rd, 2009

100 FEET (2009) **

Famke Janssen stars as a battered wife who kills her husband (Michael Pare) in self defense.  She’s sentenced to house arrest and gets fitted with an ankle bracelet that beeps whenever she’s 100 Feet from her home.  Her husband’s ghost just happens to be haunting the premises and uses her confinement to his advantage by beating her senseless every chance he gets.  Naturally, no one believes in ghosts so his spirit is free to punish poor Famke.

 

100 Feet is one of those movies that have an interesting enough premise but would’ve been much better off as a half hour Tales from the Crypt episode.  While the idea of a woman under house arrest doing battle with the evil ghost of her husband sounds good on paper, it’s just not enough to carry a feature length horror film.  It also doesn’t help when the ghost effects look like outtakes from Memoirs of an Invisible Man.

 

Writer/director Eric Red’s last flick, Bad Moon also suffered from having a thin plot stretched too far.  That was thirteen years ago, so the guy still might be a little rusty when it comes to calling the shots behind the camera.  Because Red wrote Near Dark and The Hitcher; he remains a god in my book and I’m more than willing to let him slide for dropping the ball on this one. 

 

Famke is terrific in this and if you love her as much as I do, you’ll probably be tempted to see 100 Feet just for her performance.  It’s not like she saves the movie or anything but she makes it go down a lot smoother, that’s for damn sure.  She also gets the best line of the movie when she says, “That line, ‘Til death do us part’… what a crock of shit!”