At best a meandering plot, lame, listless and robotic performances abound. Richard Chamberlain's daughter, to whom he hasn't spoken a word in 2 years, is ensconced in a cult, 40 odd members of which have committed a simultaneous murder/suicide in Switzerland and Canada. Chamberlain needs to find both his daughter, and answers to the riddle of the cult. Trouble is, so does just about everybody else on both sides of the Atlantic. Half a dozen or more strings of the plot are left dangling, and complicated with a series of flashbacks to fill in background to the cult and it's members. After 3 laborious hours the answers are suddenly snapped together in a conclusion which is 1% surprise and 99% relief for the viewer. If you're the sort of person who has to find out how a movie ends once you've started watching it, which was my mistake, believe your initial feelings and turn off quickly. If you are of stronger will than I am, enjoy some of the laughable acting, direction, script etc for 20 minutes or so, and then do something positive, like re-arrange your sock drawer!
Review of The Lost Daughter
