Deadly Isolation

I have been a fan of Sherilyn Fenn since David Lynch's "Twin Peaks" (who hasn't?) and I've had a great deal of respect for Nicholas Lea because of his very decent work in "The X Files". Unfortunately, looks like time has not been merciful to either of the actors, and they are now being forced to pick up whatever lousy piece of script so-called screenwriters throw at them, not to mention directors who couldn't direct a tree to save their lives. It's a shame, really, because they do deserve better than this run-of-the-mill, "B" or "C" class made-for-TV pulp. The storyline is so thick you could cut it with a chainsaw. The dialogs are so pretentious that I seriously pity the actors who had to actually deliver them. The characters are puppets being jerked around on strings by some unknown force, their motivations having little to do with emotions, the laws of logic or the common sense.

It's hardly a good endorsement for a movie to say that I cared more about peeling dead skin off my heels than about how the film ended. Unfortunately, this happens to be the case with "Deadly Isolation". Use your time more wisely: go for a walk, or to sleep. At least you'll do something positive for your mind.

This film gets a star for each of my favorite actors, the third being a dog. (I thought of adding one for a gun, too, but that would be overgenerous.)