But somehow it all leaves one with a pleasant feeling, rather than a distasteful variant, on account of the plundering and thieving.
The chase sequences are handled extraordinarily well, going so far as to be exciting on occasion, and Ronnow-Klarlund obviously strives to at least make Possessed look different from the numerous films it apes wholeheartedly.
It's also incredibly well written, even when you take into account the possibly-dubious nature of the subtitle translations. The pseudo-biological bunkum is as convincing as the silly satanic malarkey, meaning that even if we know it's all a pile of old guff, at least the filmmakers believe in it.
But honestly, that title. It does detract from the tension somewhat when the characters spend fifty minutes attempting to uncover what the hell happened to these people, whilst all along we know exactly what happened since it's the name of the film. It's like Orson Welles deciding to call Citizen Kane Rosebud, or if the folks behind Les Diaboliques had instead named it The Husbands Not Dead, By The Way.
But all in all this is a fair enough flick to settle down with for an evening's Filmic Shenanigans. It takes itself incredibly seriously, but sometimes that works to a films advantage, even if Wes Craven thinks we should be reminded we're watching a movie every ten seconds.
I'm in a cinema, I'm not likely to forget.
If this appears on telly or some-such, check it out. It certainly kept The Duke interested, even though the ending was unspeakably lame.
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