The Vanishing (1993) 6.1
The boyfriend of an abducted woman never gives up the search as the abductor looks on. Director:George Sluizer |
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The Vanishing (1993) 6.1
The boyfriend of an abducted woman never gives up the search as the abductor looks on. Director:George Sluizer |
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| Jeff Bridges | ... | ||
| Kiefer Sutherland | ... | ||
| Nancy Travis | ... | ||
| Sandra Bullock | ... | ||
| Park Overall | ... |
Lynn
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Maggie Linderman | ... | |
| Lisa Eichhorn | ... | ||
| George Hearn | ... |
Arthur Bernard
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| Lynn Hamilton | ... |
Miss Carmichael
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Garrett Bennett | ... |
Cop at Gas Station
(as Gareth Bennett)
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George Catalano | ... |
Highway Cop
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Frank Girardeau | ... |
Cop at Apartment
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| Stephen Bridgewater | ... |
TV Host
(as Stephen Wesley Bridgewater)
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Susan Barnes | ... |
Colleague
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Rich Hawkins | ... | |
Barney teaches chemisty, and is planning to abduct a woman. Despite methodical planning and countless trial runs he always manages to mess things up. Then Diane, who is traveling with her boyfriend Jeff, unwittingly makes herself an easy target. The story is mainly from Jeff's viewpoint, as he searches for Diane. Barney watches him. Written by Rob Hartill
This is the most frightening film ever made in Hollywood. It is a cautionary tale of how to take a European masterpiece and suck the life of of it until it is a dry husk like an insect carcass on the the windowsill. Frightening because it reveals how the world of Hollywood really works: ignorant money begetting dross. It makes me wonder how many great films could populate the corridors of my memory if the Hollywood process had not leveled them to forgettable mediocrity. Cry for the murdered children! See Spoorloos or read The Golden Egg, if you dare, because they will come back to you forever in the idle moments of your life: when you're walking along the street and you see a 'missing' poster; in ordinary-looking parking lots; when you hear the Tour De France on the radio; and, especially, when you you think "what's the harm?" in wearing a sock with a hole in it on a perfectly ordinary day.
If only I could give this a zero.