December 01, 2008

Front Page

Page Two

Editorial

Columns

Letters

Movies

Game Room

Comics

Entertainment

Sports

Book Reviews

Free E-Mail

Village Shops

Village Eats

Village History

Media Kit

Search The Gazette

 

 

 

Google
 
Web nycny.com

Identity

Director:
James Mangold

Cast:
John Cusack, Jake Busey, Rebecca DeMornay, Clea DuVall, Ray Liotta

Rating: (1 to 5 stars)

Review:

Okay, a classic situation is something that has been done a thousand times but is a good enough template to still be good when random characters are plugged into it.

Okay: We’ve got a seedy motel somewhere in Nevada. There’s a massive rainstorm and nobody can leave. There’s a killer loose and the population decreases until there’s nobody left except the killer, the hero and the heroine.

So we’ve got a jittery manager named Larry (John Hawkes) whom on this dark and stormy night, starts out with an empty motel and within minutes gets an eclectic band of guests: These include a fading TV actress (Rebecca DeMornay) and her ex-cop limo driver (John Cusack), who just ran over the mom (Leila Kenzle) who was driving somewhere with her husband(John C. McGinley) and son(Bret Loehr), the former of which was changing a tire that was punctured by the spike heel of a shoe weirdly lost by a a prostitute (Amanda Peet), whom Ed the chauffeur found when trying to find a way to a hospital where Mom can be saved. When her car breaks down, they’re picked up by a pair of bickering newlyweds (Clea DuVall and William Lee Scott). Soon after they all get to the motel, we finish the troupe with a psycho prisoner (Jake Busey) transported by a nervous cop (Ray Liotta) -- from LAPD's notorious Rampart Division. Could he be the guy on death row who’s being taken to Carson City for an unusual midnight clemency hearing?

That’s what we’re supposed to think when the first person gets it. The order is, as usual, from the most odious to the hero. It’s not really a spoiler to say the first is the movie star. It’s the "who gets it next?" game which is the fun part.

Red herrings swim by in huge schools and then they lay out the maguffin and things get weird. The title of the film is totally appropriate. You have to see this film. It is funny and scary and completely out of left field. The ending is predictable, but only when you get the maguffin, which I ain’t telling.

You’re going to have to find that out for yourself.

Eric Lurio

 

Visit Poetry Magazine .com Today!
Visit Poetry Magazine .com Today!

 

Gilford Graphics

Send questions and comments to editor@new1.com
To ADVERTISE in the Gazette click here
Greenwich Village Gazette Privacy Statement
Copyright © 2001 Greenwich Village Gazette. All Rights Reserved.

Richard E. Schiff
Richard E. Schiff
Richard E. Schiff
Richard E. Schiff Richard E. Schiff
Richard E. Schiff Richard E. Schiff
Richard E. Schiff Richard E. Schiff
Richard E. Schiff Richard E. Schiff
Richard E. Schiff Richard E. Schiff
Richard E. Schiff Richard E. Schiff
Richard E. Schiff Richard E. Schiff
Richard E. Schiff Richard E. Schiff
Richard E. Schiff Richard E. Schiff
Richard E. Schiff Richard E. Schiff
Richard E. Schiff

 


 

Friend's Email:
Your Email:
Your Note:

New York's Oldest Rock Club!
New York's Oldest Rock Club!