I Know Where Lizzie Is

This is a slightly unusual film in that it has two lead femmes fatales, a reluctant bad guy who is married to one of them, and the usual weak script we have come to expect from American TV and lower budget cinema. A feisty teenager is kidnapped, and who is going to locate her? A fast rising local psychic, a woman who we soon find out is 100% flim-flam, as are all psychics. Ask James Randi.

That being said, she manages to convince the detective on the case, having researched his background including his late wife's passion for music. Again, this is something psychics have been known to do, usually with a lot less subtlety. What is the purpose of the kidnapping? Money and fame, not necessarily in that order, but it gets complicated when femme fatale number two breaks the news that this is a kidnapping with a pay off but no delivery of the goods.

Just for good measure there is some karma thrown in. Pity the lowlife bit player journalist comes through it with flying colours, but who said life was fair?

For surely this is melodrama at its worst. Girl is kidnapped and parents, although divorced, go crazy looking for her. Until this vampire looking crystal ball psychic comes along with raccoon looking eyes to help them find her. Turns out she is a phony (it's all right we know this in the beginning) If she is a psychic, I'm, Merlin the Magician. The real evil one, the planner, I'll not tell you, it's not worth it, is an over the hill bitch with that idiotic long frizzy unruly hair falling down to her ass, and acting like she's playing Madea. Too much. No saviors in the acting department in this loser. Just a run of the mill cast doing a run of the mill story that has been done many times before, Just the names of the characters are changed. The mother annoyed me beyond words with her wimpy whining and silly acting. The men do better in underplaying in this. The women are not good. None of them. And on we go.