Plotline: Someone is killing prostitutes in London, and his name is Jack the Ripper.
Scariness factor: Moody. But not scary.
Gross-Out Factor: I think some throats are slit. And you might see innards. But other than that, nothing is really strongly standing out to me.
Complaints: Two words: Heather. Graham. No wait. Six words: Heather. Graham. With. A. Cockney. Accent. *shuddering* I don't like Heather Graham. She's cute. But she plays Rollergirl in like EVERY movie she's in. She doesn't exactly have range. I think the only roles I've ever really liked her in are Boogie Nights and when she was on Scrubs. Other than that, UGH. So yeah: #1 complaint. #2 complaint: This movie just leaves me pretty much indifferent in every which way. I don't hate it. But I don't love it. There's nothing particularly noteworthy or remarkable about it. And the big reveal at the end? Wah wah wahhhhh. Lame.
High Points: Johnny Depp's good in pretty much everything. And the mood is nice at times.
Overall: Meh. Don't love it. Don't hate it. Could live without ever having seen it.
Labels: C movies