The secret of the director's weed I won't write much. It's a shame to waste time already wasted. I will analyze the synopsis for you.
A series of mysterious murders shocked Los Angeles.
...who doesn’t even know that. No one is shocked. No one's discussing it. No rush, nothing. It seems that only our hero and a couple of doctors know about this series. Only the insurer is actively interested. That's it.
But the police are powerless in the face of a sophisticated criminal.
Of course she's powerless. She's not investigating. No cops, no detectives. They don’t even want to go to Los Angeles, or they just don’t want to. Whatever it is, the case is investigated only by the insurer.
Insurance agent, whose clients were some of the killed, conducts its own investigation.
Action, chases, incredible turns of events - all this you will see, but not here.
Here the insurer is, infantilely, unconvincingly, trying to find something. Have you ever seen a video of a college student? Especially if the movie actor does not express feelings, but simply follows the letter of the script. Here we go. A game of fear, a game of anger, a game of assertiveness. It's so unconvincing that I've watched the film for the third time. Now I've even more begun to appreciate Hollywood stars who can only lift the cheapest movie with their play.
The only thing that unites the victims is that they all received an invitation to an elite club the day before their death.
What's the reason? Why was there a certain way of influencing the victims? Who are these people? What are you talking about?
Do you think the insurer will find the answers? Or do you think the ending will be awesome or at least bearable? Hope to get an answer to at least one of the questions from “Who?”, “Why?” and “Why?” Wait and hope. Maybe you can do it. The director either wanted to leave us information for thought, or didn’t know how to finish the film.
2 out of 10