
You know, I had this feeling before I viewed premonition. I don’t know what to call it…I guess you could say it was an anticipation of an event without conscious reason…only I had conscious reasoning. It was not hard to have a premonition that Premonition was going to be bad, but it was worse than I had feared. If this review were part of the movie, here is where the over-dramatic music would be cued.
We all know the story: Sandra Bullock wakes a day after her husband has died to find he’s still alive, but then wakes up the next day to find he has died. She continues to live this tragic week out of order. Hey, I got a quick fix for ya…don’t go to sleep! End of movie, roll credits. Now I know that some of my favorite movies could have quick fixes, but they’re easier to find in bad movies such as this. So many plot-disputing questions arise such as- if she has already lived the days leading up to Wednesday, the day of her husbands death and where the film begins, than how come she doesn’t remember those days when she relives them? And how come she continues to do things that she knows she has done and lead to the outcome she doesn’t want? The answer to these questions is simple: cheap Hollywood tricks designed to entertain without adding any intellectual stimuli to the movie, and basically, to sell tickets.
I cannot count the number of times I almost busted out into laughter because of some nonsensical, over dramatic music chimed in to try and give the predictable, sappy story some thrill, or the number of times the overzealous camera tried to jazz up the lagging content. In a scene perfectly displaying these tactics, Bullock wants to see inside her husbands casket to make sure he is dead, because she believes he is not. The camera is rocky-handheld…she approaches the casket and demands to see inside...the music gets dramatic…the undertaker subtle mentions there was disfigurement…we get even more shaky…she struggles with the undertaker and casket bearers…the music becomes more dramatic…finally the casket tips over and her husbands remains spill out all over the asphalt as the camera shakes out of control and the music comes to a sweltering climax! My biggest nightmare is that I will wake tomorrow to find I haven’t seen Premonition yet.