I’ve reached the point where I can’t tell why I find movies like this trite and predictable. Is it because I read the source story years ago and my subconscious still recalls the experience? Is it because I’ve read and seen so many of these things over the years that they all start to blend together after awhile? Or is it just that every twist and every turn is so laboriously telegraphed that even someone completely new to the is-he-paranoid-or-is-someone-really-out-to-get-him genre would still see the end coming like a giant balloon trucking down Broadway in the Thanksgiving parade? The money they spent on the cast and production values helps a little (though the brutal death of a cute dog undid some of the good will the movie might otherwise have enjoyed), but at its heart this is still a mediocre thriller at best. If Hollywood’s goal is to eventually make movies out of everything Stephen King has ever written, at least they got this one out of the way so we won’t have to worry about it in the future. See if desperate
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