Review – 8mm

If you can’t wow ‘em with a terrific script or dazzle ‘em with expensive effects, then what the heck, go for the gross-out. And what could possibly be more disgusting that a pedophile snuff movie? How about a couple of hours of watching Nicolas Cage lose his soul and his mind as a private investigator paid by a wealthy heiress to track down the origin of the aforementioned bit of pornography? Honestly, watching this movie made me want to wash. The premise is mildly interesting if somewhat implausible. But by the end of the ordeal, the story has become tiresome enough to make me pray that the whole cast gets snuffed. I guess this just isn’t the year for me to watch movies that start with the number eight (see also 8 Heads in a Duffel Bag, or better yet don’t). Wish I’d skipped it