Premonition

Premonition (Sandra Bullock, Kate Nelligan) – I wish I had one before I went to see this god-awful movie.  I don’t have enough bad words for this boring, trumped-up, predictable, contrived excuse for a film. Groundhog Day meets Bullock’s own The Lake House to create a travesty of profound proportions.  Think I liked it?  Here’s how bad it is: Somewhat unhappy wife finds out her husband died in a traffic accident while on a business trip but wakes up every other day with him in bed with her. Even when he’s there, she apparently sleeps so soundly that she never awakens when he does, which also means she never owned an alarm clock. When she realizes that he may not have really died yet, she scurries around all over town talking to a shrink she found in a phone book, her best friend and her mother, who have her institutionalized, apparently for an entire day.  At one point, she stands outside with her husband in a pouring rain (why do people in movies always stand in the rain without rain gear?) when a lightning bold strikes a transformer, kills a bird, electrifies the backyard, but doesn’t knock out the power!  Spare me. When she wakes up on days prior to the death … after the death (try to follow me here) … sometimes it’s Sunday, Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday, but never in that order!  The big scene occurs when she witnesses the death but the director forgot that she found out about the death earlier in the movie at home when she gets a visit from the sheriff who she doesn’t know (but, of course, we find out she met him a couple of days before).  Okay, you get the picture … but don’t you dare see this unless you’re prepared to laugh even as the over-dramatic music prepares you for … yes, the totally obvious.  Yuck!