Epicenter

And here is another one from the guy's of PM entertainment. The people who brought you films like Hologram Man and launched the career of one Evan Lurie. I've seen a lot of movies from these guy's and yes there all nobrainers, lot's of explosions, a lot of rip -offs and second and third rate faces and acting, but fun strange enough. There all made for a shoestring budget and the plot is nowhere to be found but they look good and are quite well crafted. And so we have epicentre with a Traci - no I am not a minor - Lords and Gary Daniels, another PM star. The plot is about some stolen chip, a handy use of a webcam and an earthquake and a lot of it is shot in some ex Iron Curtain Country, try to piece the plot together from other movies in the dull parts.

Australian thriller that seems to have been made for TV. Our star, the make-up-drowning, wig-wearing, daughter-neglecting Amanda Foster (B-movie queen Traci Lords) sets out to stop a spy who was actually working for that dude on the strip club who looked like Adam Alsing, who is actually working for the bald Russian fellow, uh, add to that an earthquake that destroys most of Los Angeles and you have yourself this cringe-worthy turkey. How did this get released into theaters?

Aside from a few sex scenes there is nothing entertaining about this flick. The mother-daughter relationship is clichéd and screams "look! character development!" to the point of being silly. The characters are all flat and stereotyped, and the special effects blow. Terminator 2 had better effects than this, and it was made nine years earlier. Skyscrapers that lean onto each other?? Give me a break!

Worth a couple of laughs, especially during the random old-man-with-a-toy-parrot-in-an-elevator scene (wtf?), and whenever that horrible kid actor tries to show pain. The ending is too lame for words and should leave any serious filmmaker flabbergasted (God, I love that adjective).

Worth your time if you like bad movies.

PS. It is my policy to have a bad pun in every review, so here you go: This movie left me shaking with anger. AHHAHHHAHAHAHAHAH!! Sorry.(r#12)

This film was nowhere near as bad a movie as I was expecting after reading several reviews. Yes it did contain sequences from some other movies, however, I still enjoyed watching it. I thought that Traci Lords playing the main part of Agent Amanda Foster was decent and that her partnership with Gary Daniels worked quite well. In parts, I found it to be quite exciting and thought it moved along at a decent pace. Because this was a low budget movie, the special effects where not that great,however,I have seen much worse. If you do not take this film too seriously,then I think that you should(perhaps surprisingly) be entertained.

A run-of-the-mill spy/action movie which entertains until the earthquake stops everything for several minutes just for the sake of special effects. If they HAD to have an earthquake in the movie, they could at least have tried to relate it to the plot! It's as though the story was already written and then someone decided they wanted an earthquake movie, picked the script off the shelf and then pasted an earthquake in over the top. A totally confusing mismatch, but take the earthquake out and you have an OK movie.

The building special effects were quite good, but others were rather poor - in fact they showed the same footage of a pipe being forced apart at least three times, once mirrored to make it look like a different one!

From the beginning, I was intrigued by mystery and the hi-tech security measures, but then came the car chase, and I decided Epicenter was aimed at the 10 to 12-year-old crowd.... cars flying through the air and a train crash that sent it rolling sideways, over and over. But fairly soon it turned into an x-rater with fully nude dancers in a night club, followed by a very explicit sex scene. The acting was mostly good, but the script made both the good guys and bad guys more interested in their jobs than in the severe earthquake all around them. The movie did keep me watching, so I rate it at five.