This must have been what Dorothy, Sophia and Blanche felt like everytime Rose told them a long winded yarn about her hometown St Olaf during episodes of the much loved Golden Girls sitcom. The three women had two choices. They could either leave the room or be forced to stick around until the St Olaf tale was wrapped up, after which Dorothy would get up and sometimes smack Rose on the head with a book or newspaper. Well, The Siren is even more agonising to sit through, compared to Rose's tales of St. Olaf. The latter, despite being bizarre and surreal, sometimes had a twisted logic to them. No such luck with The Siren. The reason why I sat through The Siren was because it was only 80 minutes and even if I knew that nothing good was going to come out of it (after the movie reached it's halfway mark), I thought, what the heck, I might as well sit it out, since I had already come this far. Even before the credits finished rolling, I hit the delete button and sent the file to the trash can. And just as equally irritating as the movie is the silly pseudo Enya/Gaelic wailing, which pops up everytime the titular creature surfaces to wreak havoc.
Review of The Siren
