O Poder da Mente

This film is packaged as a psychological thriller, yet it has no thrills and the depths of the psychology used in the writing are that of a small child's capacity. The plot comes off very silly, and this film is a waste on so many levels. The film had a good dp, good director, a big name, and a good budget. So where did it go wrong, well the writing was terrible filled with cliches and babble and the plot really doesn't go anywhere. It almost seems like it is merely a ego stroke for the guy who is the writer, star, and executive producer. That is a bad combination, note to aspiring film makers... This is what not to do, filmmaking is an art developed through a team. Not an attempt to glorify one's own false perception of him/herself. It is sad when a film so badly gets so much money and produces such a bad product. Imagine 3-7 quality well thought out "true" indies could have been funded for this and they would have given society something. I was shocked to see name actors doing such poor cinema. Hoppers performance was a bit silly also, but I will chalk that up to poor writing. Like Bob Evans said "if ain't on the page it ain't in the picture." I would give this a strong D-, the only reason why it is not an F is it is destined to be a mystery science theatre film due to some accidental laughs. It is also a good learning tool for young filmmakers of what not to do...

The title is totally correct.

I'll say up front I am not a horror film fan. This film was not advertised as such; the description said it was about a woman trying to get a guilty man to confess. I'm a fan of Dina Meyer's, plus it had Jeff Fahey and Dennis Hopper.

What a bloody mess. I don't know what passes for blood in movies, but whatever it is, probably 90% of the budget went for it. That and raw liver. Yuck.

The story concerns some sort of brain machine that shows thoughts on a computer, that is used to study this superman, sort of the devil incarnate, who can exert mind control and is also psychic. One wonders why the Meyer character would have anything to do with this guy. Supposedly the woman realizes they are alike. Talk about bad writing. Personally I didn't see it.

Jeff Fahey plays the governor and a former lover of Meyer - actually, he isn't, but that comes out in this story. Back in the '70s, when Jeff Fahey was on One Life to Live, I stepped into an apartment house elevator and there he was. Very sweet, beautiful blue eyes. Twenty years later, I was invited to a reception by the artist Peter Max. As I stepped into the elevator to leave, a laughing, possibly in his cups man and someone else crashed into the elevator. Jeff Fahey. So we must have had some elevator karma.

That wasn't enough to get me through this movie. Trust me.

The script turns somersaults.. At first, it looks like an extra-ordinary script, involving the lead actors very late. But it turns out that there are good reasons why a screenwriter ought to introduce at least one main character from the very beginning. It takes about 45 minutes until you know in which direction the movie wants to go or wants you to go. I couldn't follow and didn't really want to.

Great cast, especially the female leading role (who slightly reminded me of Naomi Watts) and some good dialogue. At least I watched it to the very (bitter) end. As I work in a videostore with a huge choice of movies to watch, this is quite a compliment. 4 of 10.

With the star-power involved in this movie (Dennis Hopper, Lance Henriksen, Dina Meyer, and Jeff Fahey!), you might be tempted to sit down and watch it.

Resist that temptation.

Hopper does his best William Shatner imitation, only louder with a dubious "southern" accent. Henriksen seems to be in a walking coma, presumably since discovering what he'd gotten himself into here. Meyer's psychologist is "caring" to the point of inducing nausea. Fahey, unlike in some of his past efforts, will make you believe that trees can talk.

That brings us to writer / actor Pavan Grover, who comes across like a male model who wandered onto the set. He plays "Mowatt'", a serial killer with psychic powers. Powers I say! Alas, he looks too much like Rambo in an Elvis wig to be taken seriously.

UNSPEAKABLE is unendurable, inexcusable, and probably fattening...

This is what you get if you have some second-league actors (Henriksen, Fahey, Hopper) and a mentally retarded screenwriter (or American, or American and mentally retarded). I thought it'll be better.

It wasn't. Nothing made sense: bug that got into Hopper's brain from nowhere, a prisoner that should be shot on the spot instead of being repeatedly thrown to the ground and mauled, hallucinations, sexual fascinations, litres of red paint, surviving the electric chair just to be finally shot by the key female character... As someone said here: "unspeakably bad film". Bad with capital, bold, red 'B'. 'B' as in 'budget'.