Luciano Comici, Robert Mundi
Lance Henriksen as Raymond Armstead
Mel Ferrer as Dr. Walker
Glenn Ford as Det. Jake Durham
Paige Conner as Katy
Every now and then a movie comes along, full of promise, loaded with quality performers… an awesome concept at work. And then we toss that film in the DVD/Blu-ray/VHS player, allow ourselves to be swept into a world which serves as vacation from all of our “real life” problems. And then… (dun, dun, dun), we find ourselves staring at a wildly murky film that never quite makes sense. And if there is sense to be made, it’s probably only discovered by those with a taste for hallucinogenic drugs. The Visitor is one of the latter projects, completely befuddling, totally confusing and not remotely near entertaining. I’m not certain anyone could dig this film without the aid of some serious mind-altering drugs. So, hey – if you like the magic mushrooms, or favor those toxic little squares of paper, or heavily laced sugar cubes, this one may actually appeal to your extremely warped mind.
The sober man had best do himself a favor and just steer clear of this clunker. This just isn’t conducive to the clear-thinking mind. You’re bound to get lost on the way… probably earlier rather than later. Think I’m exaggerating? Let me tell you this: it reminded me of the infamous Corman/Coppola piece, The Terror, which wasn’t a story at all, but random scenes thrown together on rundown, previously used sets.
Here’s what can easily be taken from the plot: An awkward eight-year old little lady stands at the center of a battle between good and evil. She’s telekinetic, and apparently that makes her quite the sought after commodity. There’s a desire to somehow breed more gifted children such as Katy, and there’s also a subplot that deals with world domination. Just imagine what a little army of these naïve powerhouses could do. That’s the gist; everything in between is so damned convoluted and disconnected that it feels wholly impossible to invest any serious attention in the pic.
Honestly, I nearly fell asleep – on more than a single occasion.
The performers do a fair job, but not much more. There wasn’t a single thespian in the bunch that commanded attention, or boasted legit presence. Everyone kind of blends into one another. And the dialogue doesn’t do a whole lot to aid in elevation. This one, more often than not, is flat out hokey. And, the visuals might I add, are every bit as hokey.
If you’re looking for an extremely strange Carrie inspired-flick (with a twist of…. Village of the Damned… I guess), you might (emphasis on might) find some form of redeeming quality in this dreadful feature. The restoration the film has received does absolutely nothing to enhance the overall viewing experience either, as this one is a brutal challenge regardless. Honestly, if you can watch this film from opening credits to closing, you’ve got an amazing attention span. And you clearly watched a film that eluded me.
I’m not a fan of extremely brief reviews. Typically I like to give you a fair rundown of the pic’s story as well as a relatively thorough assessment of the pros and cons. But The Visitor rubbed me every which way but right, and in this case, just enduring 90 minutes summoned the thought of Chinese torture. I cannot bring myself to continue speaking on this rubbish.
For me? Not a chance in Hell. For you? Well, perhaps.