Remember that script TRANCE that I wrote a bazillion years ago and that got made into a movie starring Dominique Swain and Jeremy London? Well am still waiting for the movie to come out and more importantly… am still waiting TO SEE THE DAMN THING! Now I heard (via online surfing)  that the flick was released in 2010 on VOD through Times Warner; but by the time I got there it was not available anymore. Anyways I found a review of it on the IMDb (aka haven for the bottom of the barrel of the Net world) from some dude.

Hard for me to take his review seriously when all he does is nitpick on trivial shit (Complaining about short skirts…really? Wish I had this guy’s problems), specially when you take into account the type of movie it is. All I wanna know is if it’s a fun, clipped paced, gory and sex filled ride (which is what I wrote… this wasn’t meant to be Remains of the Day). But hey, its something new and I’ll take it. Read his so called review below. PS: I have no idea who owns the movie now but if you’re reading this and have the rights to it, send a screener my way! I WROTE IT! I think I deserve to see the thing! And if you don’t own it and have a copy, send it my way! It would be much appreciated. I see TRANCE as unfinished business… a monkey on my back,  I just wanna see it and put a cork in it and move on! I Like my biz to be FINITO! It really SUCKS that this had to be my first 2012 blog post…sigh….

IMDb User review:

Save your money for something far better such as Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Band or anything by Ulli Lommel.  It’s no spoiler at all to say that the entire story boils down to women taking gory sanguinous revenge against all males because there is a dearth of feminist-inspired Halloween costumes for sale.

Dominique Swain, whom I like very much, is completely wasted in this as the mysterious promoter who drives around town enticing boys & girls to attend her Halloween party & to whom she passes out the drug that will turn some into killing machines. Swain must have had nothing to do on the afternoon this was filmed, or maybe she owed the screenwriter a favor because he helped her move or something like that. Otherwise there was no reason to cast her in a role that could have been more than adequately filled by a plastic blow-up doll & a voice-over.

Same for the rest–with the possible exception of Brea Grant, who plays a character that’s already psycho at the best of times, but really gets cooking when under the influence (centering the movie around her character might have redeemed it a teensy tiny bit).

Why does any of this happen? No clue.
Why do the zombified girls, given super-strength & resistance to injury, never attack one-another, not even girls who aren’t high? No idea.
How does one character’s brother, a cop, find out where the party/rave is actually located … you’re kidding, right?

Because the guy who lent the filmmakers the camera needed it back that evening they had to shoot on an overcast afternoon (actually the entire film looks as though it was shot on someone’s lunch-break), so the film’s very, very dark, & flat looking. It’s hard to follow the action–but that’s ultimately okay ’cause there turns out to be no action to follow.

Oh, the feminist Halloween costumes…?
Early on the the three sort of main characters (the inept screenplay doesn’t bother to create an authentic protagonist) are shopping for Halloween costumes. One, played by Madeline Zima, complains that the sexy costumes demean women. But then her very, very blonde friend replies that she’s glad they have skimpy costumes ’cause the guys’ costumes would leave her sweating like a pig under all that plastic.

They leave the store & it’s apparent that Zima’s character is wearing short shorts. She’s also selected one of the skimpier costumes. A point in favor of blondie? A modicum of subtlety?

Naw … Zima’s Jessica wore shorts because that’s what she was wearing when she showed up to make the film. All three got skimpy costumes because they’re less expensive than one that would have been truer to character & the credit card the producer got from his dad was already maxed.

,eant to be Remains of the Day)  but hey, its something new and I’ll take it. Read his so called review below.  PS: I have no idea who owns the film now but if you’re reading this and have the rights to it, send a screener my way brother! I WROTE IT! I think I deserve to see the fucking thing! Gracias! And if you don’t own the film but have a copy of it, send my way!

IMDb User review:

Save your money for something far better such as Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Band or anything by Ulli Lommel. It’s no spoiler at all to say that the entire story boils down to women taking gory sanguinous revenge against all males because there is a dearth of feminist-inspired Halloween costumes for sale.Dominique Swain, whom I like very much, is completely wasted in this as the mysterious promoter who drives around town enticing boys & girls to attend her Halloween party & to whom she passes out the drug that will turn some into killing machines. Swain must have had nothing to do on the afternoon this was filmed, or maybe she owed the screenwriter a favor because he helped her move or something like that. Otherwise there was no reason to cast her in a role that could have been more than adequately filled by a plastic blow-up doll & a voice-over.

Same for the rest–with the possible exception of Brea Grant, who plays a character that’s already psycho at the best of times, but really gets cooking when under the influence (centering the movie around her character might have redeemed it a teensy tiny bit).

Why does any of this happen? No clue.
Why do the zombified girls, given super-strength & resistance to injury, never attack one-another, not even girls who aren’t high? No idea.
How does one character’s brother, a cop, find out where the party/rave is actually located … you’re kidding, right?

Because the guy who lent the filmmakers the camera needed it back that evening they had to shoot on an overcast afternoon (actually the entire film looks as though it was shot on someone’s lunch-break), so the film’s very, very dark, & flat looking. It’s hard to follow the action–but that’s ultimately okay ’cause there turns out to be no action to follow.

Oh, the feminist Halloween costumes…?
Early on the the three sort of main characters (the inept screenplay doesn’t bother to create an authentic protagonist) are shopping for Halloween costumes. One, played by Madeline Zima, complains that the sexy costumes demean women. But then her very, very blonde friend replies that she’s glad they have skimpy costumes ’cause the guys’ costumes would leave her sweating like a pig under all that plastic.

They leave the store & it’s apparent that Zima’s character is wearing short shorts. She’s also selected one of the skimpier costumes. A point in favor of blondie? A modicum of subtlety?

Naw … Zima’s Jessica wore shorts because that’s what she was wearing when she showed up to make the film. All three got skimpy costumes because they’re less expensive than one that would have been truer to character & the credit card the producer got from his dad was already maxed.

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