S-f sickie to do with a serial killer who drowns women on camcorder, bathes the bodies in bleach for a doll-like finish, and masturbates over them while suspended from fourteen steel rings piercing his dorsal flesh. What makes it science-fictional and not just high-tech is the red-licorice body stocking that enables an experimental psychologist (the purring Jennifer Lopez) to enter the mind of the comatose killer in order to locate and rescue his latest victim. It's "a very twisted kingdom" in there: something like a sadoerotic underground-comic Nintendo game. In reality, of course, she has merely entered the mind of a music-video and TV-commercial director whose name sounds like a henchman of Ming the Merciless: Tarsem Singh. (The reality remains the same when the process is reversed, and the killer enters the mind of the psychologist: a fairy-tale kingdom of religious kitsch and paperweight snow-globes.) The unbridled vulgarity of it all might have had some satirical purpose if the killer had also happened to be a music-video director. As it is, it's mindless. Vince Vaughn, Vincent D'Onofrio, Marianne Jean-Baptiste. (2000) — Duncan Shepherd
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