A group of five led by Julie set up their filming equipment in the hotel of the derelict town of Goldfield, hoping to capture footage of the ghost of Elisabeth Walker, a maid tortured and ... See full summary »
The murderous fisherman with a hook is back to once again stalk the two surviving teens, Julie and Ray, who left him for dead, as well as cause even more murder and mayhem, this time at a posh island resort.
Jennifer Love Hewitt,
Freddie Prinze Jr.,
Urban Legends: The Final Cut follows Amy Mayfield (Morrison), a student at Alpine University who struggles to complete her thesis film on urban legends - only to have her crew members fall prey to fatal 'accidents.' Suspicious, Amy investigates and discovers a much more sinister hand at work. Now she must unmask the killer before she, too, becomes an urban legend. Written by
Funeral March of the Marionette
Written by Charles Gound
Performed by Lalo Schifrin and the San Diego Symphony Pops
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Who will be left on screen and who will be left on the cutting room floor?
Watching Urban Legends: Final cut made me sure of one thing. As a director, John Ottman is one hell of a composer. Think that seems a bit harsh? Watch the movie and then get back to me. It's one of those films you may have heard of before now, with people warning you of just how bad it is, and you can't believe it's quite THAT bad. Well, it is.
This time around the action takes place at a film school and there's a movie being filmed about a killer who uses urban legends as part of his M.O. However, getting the film finished proves to be quite problematic, thanks to the small problem of an actual killer killing off many of the people involved.
To be fair, the faults don't all lie with Ottman. The biggest failing is the poor, lazy script by Paul Harris Boardman and Scott Derrickson. It's one of those horrible horror scripts that gets rid of people left, right and centre without anyone involved ever really noticing (the leading lady asks about a missing "actress" but that's about it). It also thinks it's being clever at times when that cleverness is completely wasted in the quagmire of sewage that the rest of the movie is made up of.
The cast are okay. Anthony Anderson is his usual boisterous self, Eva Mendes probably wants to wipe this one from her CV, Loretta Devine returns from the first movie and actually provides more entertainment this time in contrast to everything else going on and the great Hart Bochner is as great as ever. Sadly, Jennifer Morrison and Matthew Davis in the lead roles are two of the blander folk on screen and can't carry the audience through the many weaker patches.
Ottman shows one or two moments of aptitude but, for the most part, he seems to buckle under and drown in the growing mountain of hokum that develops on screen. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. At least he didn't necessarily have to watch the bloody thing.
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