Fisher

Back in college, living out in the sticks, I used to occasionally listen to the local Christian rock station. Though the subject matter left me cold, I liked how the music was so unabashedly amateur—this was long before Christian rock took off even to the extent that it did, much of it sounded like someone had recorded it at home on a 4-track—and that there was something charmingly unselfconscious about it.

This movie is like that.

These people can't act, they just recite lines. This is home movie quality, it seems like someone got their friends (or more likely their church group) together to make a movie. And boy, do they talk about church and heaven a lot in this, even though it doesn't have an overtly religious message to push.

But, I dunno. Despite nearly turning it off about 15 minutes into it, I stuck it out for some reason, and while it didn't get any better, the funny thing is, some of the non-actors clearly were cast for their natural charisma, and the rest of the overacting and ridiculously amateur writing was entertainingly cheezy somehow. I guess I got into the mood for it, which is weird, but, whatever.

The funny thing is, by the end of this over-long 2+ hour community theater outing, the actual 15 minutes where it turns into a thriller were not absolutely horrendous, in stark contrast to the rest of the movie. It was weird.

I didn't like it enough to think I'll ever, say, re-watch it, or at all, really, but I actually wound up not 100% regretting watching it. I suppose on some level I found it a little entertaining, although not at all in the way it was probably intended to be.