Curiously cold occult thriller -- and not because of its wintry setting, which is an actual asset. "Curiously," because there is adequate attention paid to the peculiar burdens of clairvoyance, beginning with the pain of its acquisition and the accompanying loss of a fiancee and gain of a limp, chronic headaches, and unwanted notoriety. "Curiously," too, because Stephen King, on whose novel this is based, doesn't fritter away the powers of clairvoyance on anything less than catastrophes (fire, war, suicide, rape-murder, drowning, nuclear holocaust). And the reduction in gore, from the usual amounts in films by David Cronenberg, is no loss. But the disjointed episodes which explore, one by one, the hero's various powers -- to see what's happening in the immediate present, what has happened in the past, what will happen in the future, or would, anyway, if the hero didn't intervene to change it -- cannot sustain a mood. And those catastrophes already mentioned, far from heightening our interest, actually diminish it. With Christopher Walken, Brooke Adams, Tom Skerritt, and Martin Sheen. (1983) — Duncan Shepherd
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