dazzagreen This film seems to be completely pointless. There is no reason why anything that happens in it happens, as if it was written by a small child who got bored halfway through and thought "how can I wrap this up?". And what were Jared Harris and Christopher Walken thinking? Did they do it for a bet? I couldn't tell you the plot, I'm not entirely sure there is one to be quite frank, but if there is it didn't register. Jared and his bird go to Ireland after she falls down the stairs while lashed up, as you do. They go to a house with a very annoying small girl in it, meet Christopher Walken who has dug up some ancient woman preserved in peat. He brings her back to life for no other reason than it continues the story and she shows her gratitude by immediately icing him. From then on it all gets a bit silly. A couple of hours of my life that I'd like back!

banditmia Yikes did this movie blow. The characters were weak, the plot weaker. I figured this couldn't be too bad because it has Christoper Walken, oops. He must have done this because he was bored and needed the money. The characters were supposed to be Irish but noone had an Irish accent. I am desperately trying to find something nice about this, I can't except Walken did a fine job with a wooden character. Find something to read, or watch discovery, don't ever see this movie.

Clay-23 Upon concluding my viewing of "Trance," or "The Eternal," or whatever the producers are calling this film, I wondered to myself, "Out of all of the bad movies I could have seen, couldn't I have at least seen one that was entertaining?" Even if a film is not well made in terms of acting, directing, writing, or what have you, it can at least be fun, and therefore worthwhile. But not only is this film bad in artistic value, it's incredibly boring. For a plot of such thinness, it moves awfully slowly, with little dramatic tension. At the very least, in a low-brow attempt at entertainment, the deaths of the characters could have been cool and/or gory, but the creators of this dreck failed in that department as well.What does this movie have going for it? Pretty much nothing, unless you get entertainment out of watching Christopher Walken, who is capable of being brilliant, put so little effort into his acting that he falls into self-parody mode (WHY did he decide to do this film anyway?).I give this film 3/10, because, God help us, there actually have been worse movies made before.

detoxadams The film opens with Nora the drunk and her husband Jim the slightly-lesser drunk cavorting around, drunkenly. "Thank God we're not alcoholics," says Jim. "Oh, I know," says Nora. At least, they do in my recollections of the movie, but sadly not in the actual movie itself. Nora, oddly enough, suffers from blackouts. The obvious cure for her is to go to Ireland and continue drinking heavily, which she does, accompanied by voice-over narration supplied by Alice, the movie's stock creepy little girl. (This movie has two of the most foolproof ingredients for creepiness: a spooky little girl and Christopher Walken.) "They weren't going to be serious," Alice tells us, in the actual movie this time, "because seriousness was reserved for people in tragic countries. Like Africa. And Poland." If this alone isn't worth the rental price, you've got The Bog!, which is only referenced about seventeen thousand times. This is very economical as far as shooting is concerned, since a thousand words are worth one picture, so that's seventeen fewer times we need to actually see the bog. And who wants to look at a lousy old bog when they can watch Christopher Walken hanging onto his title as America's Scary Uncle It Never Talks About by attempting to make out with a long-undead mummy? The only thing that could have made this movie any better would have been if Jared Harris had still been playing Andy Warhol: "Well, gee, Nora, I don't know. I mean, gosh, I don't know about...mummies, or anything. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Well, if you want to, greaaaat."This is one of the funniest movies I've ever seen. Seriously. And seriousness is reserved for me, because I live in California, which, as we all know, is a very tragic country indeed. In the bog!