In L. A., agoraphobic Hank Stone (Ted Raimi) has not left his apartment since moving in six months ago. He has disturbing delusions about brain spiders, a mad doctor, bad rappers, and other stuff. Nancy (Deborah Foreman) thinks that she's cursed. She gets dumped by her cruel boyfriend Ray (Bruce Campbell) and loses her hotel room. She gets chased by a gang of street thugs. A random phone call brings the two loners together.
It takes almost forty minutes to bring the two leads together. It takes too long to get going. Quite frankly, I wonder if this would be better as her story over a crazy night. He could be a part of her crazy night. 80's star Deborah Foreman faded out as she advanced into her 30's. It's an old Hollywood story. This low budget B-movie is reason enough for her to start thinking about retiring. It's not that good. Hank's surreal delusions aren't compelling or funny enough. I keep thinking about the rappers. Only weak comedies think that those guys are funny. The movie seems more interested in its b-level special effects. It needs better humor or better romantic chemistry. It needs something better.
It takes almost forty minutes to bring the two leads together. It takes too long to get going. Quite frankly, I wonder if this would be better as her story over a crazy night. He could be a part of her crazy night. 80's star Deborah Foreman faded out as she advanced into her 30's. It's an old Hollywood story. This low budget B-movie is reason enough for her to start thinking about retiring. It's not that good. Hank's surreal delusions aren't compelling or funny enough. I keep thinking about the rappers. Only weak comedies think that those guys are funny. The movie seems more interested in its b-level special effects. It needs better humor or better romantic chemistry. It needs something better.