The Ghosts of Monday

The title should have been the entire review but as i am forced to write more about this trainwreck, so i shall.

Every cast member cannot act themselves out of a petri dish. Made for tv random movie has 10 times the talent that is used here. Every word is flat, literally read off a piece of paper. Faces are frozen in some i don't want to be here daze; dialogue itself is pitiful and the voices and even accents are annoying. They are just annoying; no other way to put it here. Every single thing about every person in this movie is annoying and bad.

So maybe well there is a story here to make up for it.. nope. Maybe something happens that keeps you engaged.. nope.

Just skip this. Save yourself. It has no redeeming features whatsoever. I was so petrified I could not even select the worst actor of the year. It all became a blur and i wished i were a ghost so i can hoover myself out of this through the nearest wall. Viewer beware.

About the only good thing about this movie is that Julian Sands was in it. A very promising premise, there are so many great directions this story could taken. Instead, it ends up being this weird slasher movie that really has nothing to do with ghosts. And the ending is...vague, at the very least. At least I can say I saw it? Hmmm. A review must have 600 characters. So I'll just add that I like the hotel's owners, even if that is the one predictable thing I guessed from the start. I've seen a lot of ghost movies over the years. I guess that's the thing about ghost movies- when one is bad, it's really, really bad!

Having just had the misfortune to spend 1 hour 17 minutes watching this, I'm struggling to think of a movie I have watched in the last few years that could be considered worse than this.

Firstly, we have the terrible acting from the main protagonist Eric, whose acting range seems to solely based on whether he has his mouth open or not. The actress playing his wife spends the movie in some sort of trance. Let me be clear, this isn't intentional, she just can't act.

And then we have the plot, if that's the word for it. Nonsensical. Are there ghosts? Are there monsters? Do we care? No we don't. There is no build up, no scene laying or narrative.

What did impress me was there was a lift that has been the scene of a very unfortunate event can be spotlessly clean within minutes. Now that's what I call housekeeping.

And then there's Julian Sands. If he's your main actor then you know you're in trouble.. he may have been in good movies (although none spring to mind) but he tends to be the worst thing in anything he's in. Remember that cheesy scene in Anaconda of Jon Voight leering at Jennifer Lopez. Sands' character here spends this movie being new levels of sleazy. No exaggeration, he creepily delivers a line asking someone sharing a late night drink with him around 10 times in this film.

In short , a 1 hour17 minute film that is 1 hour 17 minutes too long.

To call this film rubbish, would be insultive to the term rubbish. This film is 1 hour and 17 minutes of pure bilge. Directed with a plot that seems to be made up, take by take, shot by shot. This 'stinker' features some supremely wooden performances by a group of rank amateurs who run the whole emotional and acting gamut from A to B. They should not give up their day jobs! The plot seems to have stolen its scenes (and executed them very badly) from the Shining, from Ghost Ship and from a myriad of hack and slash Z-list productions. The plot stinks, the actors stink, the production stinks. Confine this bilge to the 'crapper' and don't waste a minute of your time trying to endure it!

To ''the bad luck hotel'', most surtainly an experience weve all been dragged into once upon your lifetime, a hotel with bad vibes and bad omens , because the real estate of land, or as they call it in the mediterranean area, an ''imobillien'' or hypobank offers, where rinsed and caved out on an ancient gravesite, making the sleeping spirits of mortals wake up in anger, full of revenging vibes...just like a ghost...

this is not a spoiler of the plot, rather a thinking of my tank what the makers of this antiscare horror movie, with sudden flashes of sound and glimpses of something. Its a cheap financial project happening in a tv-series pace and style, and at the end you feel just as stupid as the caracters why you entered the show.

So ''let there be ghosts'', i do believe in the phenom,enon, but not in this bluesued shoe like highbrow circles of human kind. Its not scary, romantic, nor funny if youre in for that. A weak try, go somewhere else for your holidays thinks the grumpy old man.