Ambitiously promoted as a "Twisted, Cerebral, Sexy Thriller" this snoozefest is accurately described by exactly ZERO of these adjectives aforementioned. If you'd be generous enough to indulge, allow me to break it down word-for-word if I may. And I PROMISE this won't take long.
"Twisted". This seems to imply that we can expect senses scrambling, reality wrecking, psychedelically spectacular fun, right? Oh my, how wrong we would be. Incredibly, NONE of this brain-blowing behavior occurs to any meaningfully effective degree AT ALL during the course of the over hour and a half we must keep our eyes pried open to finally reach the end of this moronic marathon. However, if the mood should strike to indulge in such far out and freaky fare then be advised to scope out 1980's "Altered States" instead. Oh, woooowww. Trip you out, man.
Pressing on, did somebody mention "moronic"? Perfect, as that now leads directly into our next egregious marketing misnomer, "cerebral". The preposterous premise presented here of mind control and the reprogramming of the human subconscious is nothing more than mindless mealy-mouthed manure that is both atrociously articulated and then repeatedly recycled ad nauseam until our noggins are nefariously numbed.
And finally let us explore the woefully weak excuse for what evidently is intended to pass for "sexy" during this miserably misguided misadventure in motion picture making. If a creepy cuss in his '70's arriving at climax with a dazed damsel in distress in the time it takes to describe such, and a pathetically pandering perspective of a straight razor roaming over a beleaguered babe's bare breasts are supposed to elicit erotic emotion within, then......yeah......try again, guys. On second thought, please DON'T.
"The Holly Kane Experiment" ranks as one of the more rank examples on record of the most minuscule germ of an idea exploding into an entertainment-empty epidemic of......what shall I call it......hmmm?
I GOT it.........