Remember the name Kevin Lime - and please, please never let
him direct again. Timing, pacing, editing: all hopelessly wrong.
Three or four decent professionals (next time, guys, walk off the
set) can do nothing to save this film from amateurs like Alice
Evans, and the kind of production standards you'd expect from
teen-produced children's shows on british TV.
Greatest mystery: the music. A score so inept, inappropriate and
ill-matched to the tone of the film that one seriously wonders if it is
a case of sabotage. Add an acoustic that booms apparently
unengineered from a single mike, and a director who only
intermittently remembers to add auditory action offscreen, and we
have what must be on of the greatest ratio of money to result of
recent years.
him direct again. Timing, pacing, editing: all hopelessly wrong.
Three or four decent professionals (next time, guys, walk off the
set) can do nothing to save this film from amateurs like Alice
Evans, and the kind of production standards you'd expect from
teen-produced children's shows on british TV.
Greatest mystery: the music. A score so inept, inappropriate and
ill-matched to the tone of the film that one seriously wonders if it is
a case of sabotage. Add an acoustic that booms apparently
unengineered from a single mike, and a director who only
intermittently remembers to add auditory action offscreen, and we
have what must be on of the greatest ratio of money to result of
recent years.