Mirrors

There's not a great deal to recommend Mirrors, but it does have a few virtues. Location work in New Orleans naturally gives this film a boost, as does an attractive leading lady in Kitty Winn (this was her last feature to date after flirting with the big time in the first two Exorcist films). Peter Donat is still active of course, and he's well cast as the handsome doctor who takes care of the emotionally shattered Winn. Unfortunately the film can't seem to decide whether it's a purely psychological thriller or a straight ahead horror film, and the ending is unsatisfying and unrevealing.

Wow. You know, I was led to a link to "Mirrors" because one of the actresses in it was also in "Manos, The Hands Of Fate(!)".

Yet, I SAW MIRRORS on the big screen at a preview screening at the now

closed "Corenet" theater in Evanston Ill. It was a dreary, depressing experience and when I stayed up years later to see it on late night T.V. I was every bit as depressed.

A hopeless, hapless horror film that is so badly made it is kind of

disorientating. Kitty Winn, who won early glory for "The Panic In Needle Park", said goodbye to movies after whatever happened making this lousy movie. If

you are in to the obscure and the truely awful, you might hunt down a video of Mirrors. Otherwise, just take an hit yourself in the head with a hammer while drunk on malt liquor for the same effect.

Pretty, young Marianne is vacationing with her husband in a New Orleans French Quarter hotel. Nightmares involving mirrors and faces she's seen during her visit begin to plague her, but her suspicions of something sinister are roused when another guest from the hotel ends up mysteriously killed. The following night, her husband dies in his sleep from an evident asthma attack, and Marianne becomes convinced that forces of voodoo are pitted against her. Predictable terror ensues in this pedestrian thriller of the "is it all real, or is she nuts" variety.

It would be a bit of a stretch to call MIRRORS a critically *good* film, yet it does succeed suitably in perpetuating a creeping buildup of tension, and the performances(namely from Kitty Winn and Peter Donat) are fairly solid. Despite being erratically paced and somewhat inconclusive, it draws a voltage of lurking menace from the emotional and psychological duress of its central character...an indwelling nerve-center which fuels a troubling atmospheric carriage variably reminiscent in tone to LET'S SCARE JESSICA TO DEATH. Intimacy with the protagonist during her spiral of cruelly-induced confusion is ably effectuated, and marks the chief distinction which saves MIRRORS from sinking like an iron anchor.

4.5/10. THE SKELETON KEY(2005) incorporates several very similar key elements.

This very obscure supernatural thriller evidently had a difficult postproduction history--various sources cite it as being made in 1974 and 1978, and it seems not to have been released in any form (theatrical or video) in the U.S. until 1984. It's definitely a misfire, but not unwatchable, and the major participants are talented enough to suggest this might at one point (before script changes? editorial meddling?) looked pretty solid.

It was yet another 70s disappointment for director Noel Black, whose high promise after the excellent 1968 Tuesday Weld/Anthony Hopkins black comedy "Pretty Poison" fizzled out via such little-seen movies as "Cover Me Babe" (a failed counterculture movie with young Robert Forster), "Jennifer On My Mind" (the movie that killed "Love Story" author-scenarist Erich Segal's briefly hot movie career) and Canadian tax-shelter caper flick "A Man, A Woman and a Bank." Likewise, "Mirrors" did no favors for Kitty Winn, who'd been excellent in "Panic in Needle Park" and the first two "Exorcist" movies.

Too bad, because both Black and Winn do some interesting work here that's thwarted by a muddy and ultimately inconsequential story progress. She plays a newlywed who believes she's become possessed by some sort of voodoo spirit during a New Orleans honeymoon. Supernatural visions plague her, especially whenever she looks into a mirror. But everyone, including her husband, thinks she's simply high-strung and delusional.

The mirror motif in itself isn't quite scary or compelling enough to hang a whole thriller on, and "Mirrors" (also known as "Marianne") spends way too much time teasing potential shocks that are seldom really delivered. The film's refusal to deliver easy "horror" highlights is admirable, recalling at various points "Rosemary's Baby," the original "Exorcist," and its contemporary "Audrey Rose."

Still, there's just not enough payoff here, especially as it all leads to a rote final freeze-frame that's supposed to be chilling but just leaves everything dangling.

Nonetheless, Black handles the actors and atmospherics intelligently, and Winn really holds the film together--like Louise Fletcher and Ellen Burstyn, two other 70s actresses who flirted with above-the-title stardom (and got somewhat further), she's rather ordinary and non-glam looking, but exceptionally skilled at creating character empathy and communicating emotions with or without dialogue. Given that Marianne is pretty much panicked, hysterical or paralyzed by dread from start to finish, it's much to Winn's credit that she keeps this narrow range of reactions credible and interesting throughout. With better material, her performance might have been as memorable as Mia Farrow's in "Rosemary," Catherine Deneuve's in "Repulsion" or Nicole Kidman's in "The Others."

Outstanding. From beginning to end. I was glued to my couch. The movie has psycho social elements and paranoia with great scenes from the French Quarter. Reminds me somewhat of Rosemarys Baby with John Cassavetis and Mia Farrow mixed with the Twilight Zone series. Sorry I'm not much of a reviewer but I enjoyed this movie very very much. But is anyone surprised? It's the 1970s baby the best era for music and movies in my opinion only.