Her Name Was Christa

A male colleague once told me about his many relationships with hooker and strippers by saying that they "appealed to his rich and varied fantasy life." He treated them like girlfriends, bought them expensive gifts and trips, and took care of their housing. In return, he got sex, arm candy and one way relationships where he had all the control. He wasn't really a cad. He was a sad and empty man who bought fantasy.

James L. Edwards wrote, acted and directed this movie about a man whose entire life is a dead end job and an empty house. When the man can no longer bear being alone, he takes the advice of a friend and buys a few nights with a hooker. The hooker is an intelligent young woman with a dark secret. As two broken people try to help each other, the man finds he cannot let go.

What happens in this movie has actually happened in real life, and Edwards is kind and compassionate about how he lets us into the world of his characterss. However, it is a horror movie, and not for weak stomachs.

I liked the movie a lot, in spite of the "EW!"

This movie is as good as a the smell of decay. This movie is a fat, cowardly, weak, old man's fantasy girlfriend come to life. There's no such thing as a Christa. I've seen romantic comedies that are more realistic than this romance shart!

Horrifying acting.... no way can anyone seriously think this is good.

This is what happens when a director also stars in and writes his own movie, two and half hours of "watch how great think I am". The interesting question this movie does evoke is, why would you not just hire a competent actor for the lead of Steven Booth? He was the worst actor in the movie with Christa being a close 2nd. Obviously, the ending, which I really struggled to get to, was suppose to shock and awe, but the FX were so bad, it didn't do anything except make me laugh. The FX on Christa's body in general were head scratching. The movie was very messy, amateur at best and embarrassingly written and acted. Please, all filmmakers, for the love of god, do not star in your movie, it is a really bad look. Let this movie be a lesson to everyone, just because you can memorize lines and say them in front of a camera, it doesn't mean you're an actor. Folks, don't spend the money. There are lots of indie horror movies out there that deliver, this just isn't one.

Her Name Was Christa is a movie full of stereotypes, self adoration, unessessarily drawn out discourse and complete lack of creative awareness. I do not typically post reviews, but, had the itch to respond to the absurdity which is praise for this movie. The only thing I found interesting about HNWC was it's failure to deliver any artistic value, talent, timing and consciousness of an authentic conversation. For those unsuspecting casulties...be warned, deception ensues.