2:13

2:13 is a dark, thoughtful thriller that would have fit right in during the big trend of such films during the early to late 1990's. It's bleak with plenty of cold atmosphere.

It's also a tense police procedural along the lines of WIRE IN THE BLOOD.

Although there are the usual plot contrivances and obvious red herrings, the story line and strong main characters more than make up for these drawbacks...

I am also a bit of a sucker for these types of movies, but I am also aware that many of these are fairly derivative and unimaginative (or in some cases a little too convoluted).

This was a slightly better than average entry into the genre, although not ground-breaking or anything. The relationship between Amanda Richardson and Russell Spivey (Teri Polo and Mark Thompson) was fairly tedious and underused. It seemed that the writers thought their relationship would be interesting, started writing it but then ran out of ideas for them.

The Amanda Richardson character was fairly underused throughout the movie to be honest.

Russell Spivey the alcoholic profiler / detective is also a bit of a cliché which I could do without seeing again - it is a bit of lazy story telling. Writers: "Lets make our detective interesting by giving him guilt about some past perceived failing that drives him to alcoholism", Actors: "But hasn't that been done a 1000 times before?", Writers : "Lets make it 1001" But apart from these criticisms of some of the more generic aspects of the writing and the slightly underused Teri Polo the film was relatively enjoyable. The acting was reasonably strong and the direction performed it's function. The "twist" in the story was OK, I had got the "twist" about 1/2 way through, but I had got the responsible party themselves wrong so it was a half-surprise.

Anyway - if you are fan of this genre - don't expect something as good or original as Seven or Silence Of The Lambs, but there are many worse entries than 2:13

A police profiler with psychiatric issues, leading an unhealthy lifestyle returns to duty only to be caught up in a serial killer's spree, with the murderer having a personal fixation with his pursuer.

Although feeling like a moodier, more edgy and graphic crime show episode 2:13 is a run of the mill little thriller reminiscent of Silence of the Lambs and Saw with some great grisly special makeup effects. Nevertheless, Thompson's story unravels in the closing act, thankfully it picks itself back up briefly prior to the closing credits.

Subtle, casual Mark Thompson is on form as alcoholic Russell Spivey. Talented actress Teri Polo (Beyond 2012) has a meaty role with Kevin Kevin Pollak having an effective extended cameo. Notable is Jere Burns in a supporting role even if somewhat underutilised.

While well directed by Charles Adelman it's derivative of the genre and it will probably come as no surprise that Thompson also wrote/produced 2:13 as he gives an effort injected performance.

Logic flaws aside, worth watching if only for the Pollack's cameo, Thompson's hard work and Jodie Foster-like Polo's central role.

I'm convinced that since none of these players is ever likely to be cast in a film adaption of the Bard's work, the chance to show off some classical training with some lines from As You Like It and other works. This film concerns a serial killer who has reappeared and who does his best work at 2:13.

Mark Thompson stars and wrote the story which makes no sense at all in terms of who the culprit is. Thompson is a cop/profiler who has some heavy duty childhood issues he's dealing with and the killer struck in his childhood.

Why 2:13 is of significance if you care to watch this surprisingly dull slasher flick is up to you.

Nothing adds up, no logic, bad acting. Somebody had a very bad day when they decided to release this crap.

Actually quite an original well done movie - Not! The acting was poor, on a level way beneath poor actually, in occasions. It was advertised as being stomach churning but I'm afraid that it was far from it, at times it was more like a comedy than a thriller.... The plot was so bad and had no logic at all, the personal relations between leading parts began but was left with an uncertainty as if the writer got bored with them and then decided just to get rid of one of them by another murder, which left the other one completely indifferent - "funny" love-story. The killers reason (or motive) was quite far-fetched - exaggerated is an understatement. And for Gods sake; how could the killer who was much younger than Spivey have been a grown-up at the time he met the young Spivey at an age of 10? So many of these little oversights made the total impression of a great muck-up.