This movie, for all intents and purposes, is plotless. The gimmick of this film is it's a horror movie starring a whole slew of long forgotten reality stars (I was familiar with ONE, based on notoriety alone). The Scorned, aside from there being virtually no plot, definitely suffers from too large a cast. It is all over the place.
The framework they've got going goes like this: A filmmaker and his fiance live in this huge house. Chick's friend moves in. She is an "actress," and starts working with the guy. An affair ensues. Then a big fight ensues, and the fiance gets it in the neck with a fireplace poker, which sends her into a coma. Guy moves, and rents the house to a s#!t-ton of horny reality stars. Inexplicably, the woman in the coma haunts the rental house, efficiently killing off all the "cheaters." But really, the heart of this movie is bickering, bedrooms, and boobs. Featured prominently are some of the world's worst special effects for 2005.
The only appeal I could find in this abortion, and it is a stretch, is for guys (and a few ladies for the man-ass) actually familiar with these stars -- At least half the ladies get naked.
I dunno, this pretty much fails on every level -- as a horror movie, a ghost story, a drama, a soap opera, characterizations, relationships, as well as a coherent narrative.
SPOILER: Woman comes out of her coma (after being unplugged at one point), goes to confront her ex-husband-to-be, kills herself, then somehow, some way, impales the guy with a fireplace poker... from beyond the grave! So she's still a ghost able to manipulate a material object from beneath the floor? I mean, complete and utter nonsense.
I watched the extras on this, and can safely say the behind the scenes stuff is infinitely more interesting than the movie turned out to be. They turned it into a TV series (for one season, Kill Reality), and good luck finding it! This is all given that you're not already sick to death of reality TV drama, relationships, catfights, and meltdowns.
The framework they've got going goes like this: A filmmaker and his fiance live in this huge house. Chick's friend moves in. She is an "actress," and starts working with the guy. An affair ensues. Then a big fight ensues, and the fiance gets it in the neck with a fireplace poker, which sends her into a coma. Guy moves, and rents the house to a s#!t-ton of horny reality stars. Inexplicably, the woman in the coma haunts the rental house, efficiently killing off all the "cheaters." But really, the heart of this movie is bickering, bedrooms, and boobs. Featured prominently are some of the world's worst special effects for 2005.
The only appeal I could find in this abortion, and it is a stretch, is for guys (and a few ladies for the man-ass) actually familiar with these stars -- At least half the ladies get naked.
I dunno, this pretty much fails on every level -- as a horror movie, a ghost story, a drama, a soap opera, characterizations, relationships, as well as a coherent narrative.
SPOILER: Woman comes out of her coma (after being unplugged at one point), goes to confront her ex-husband-to-be, kills herself, then somehow, some way, impales the guy with a fireplace poker... from beyond the grave! So she's still a ghost able to manipulate a material object from beneath the floor? I mean, complete and utter nonsense.
I watched the extras on this, and can safely say the behind the scenes stuff is infinitely more interesting than the movie turned out to be. They turned it into a TV series (for one season, Kill Reality), and good luck finding it! This is all given that you're not already sick to death of reality TV drama, relationships, catfights, and meltdowns.