Ask yourself: would you really spend even a second arguing with someone who insisted the Moon is made of cheese and refuting point by scientific point why the suggestion if arrant nonsense? No, I thought not. Similarly, it would be utterly futile to spend even a second listing why The Kovak Box is sheer, unmitigated hokum. The implausibilities are legion, the suspense of disbelief huge, but who cares. To sum up: mad Hungarian scientist who once worked for the CIA but was cast aside, gets it into his head that he wants to become a legend and go down in history as one of the worst mass murderers known to mankind. To do so, he ensnares the - very unwilling - assistance of a famous sci-fi novelist and engineers the mass suicide of a hundred or so - I hope I've got this right - U.S. travel agents on a company trip to Mallorca. Incidentally, the mad Hungarian has a very gentle Irish lilt and comes across as sweet old man. Oh, and I forgot: a crucial element of the plot is the recording by Billie Holliday called Gloomy Sunday. Apparently, the guy who wrote the song also topped himself as did, apparently - tho' don't take my word for it - many associated with the recording. So far, so batty, so put your feet up, give rational thinking the night off and settle in for a generous slice of 24 carat hokum. If you like this sort of schlock, you'll love this, if you don't, you won't. Now, can't be fairer than that.
Review of The Kovak Box
The Kovak Box
(2006)
Huge slice of outrageous hokum. To be enjoyed by those who enjoy this kind of thing
30 April 2009
Warning: Spoilers