Identity was like a good roller coaster.
Ten strangers are brought together in a rainstorm at amotel.
One by one, every person of every room die in descending orderby their key number. The secret to why they were all broughttogether was only the beginning to the twists and turns.
James Mangold directed this horror film, trying to be assophisticated as Hitchcock's Psycho, but the end of the film is notas creepy or bone-chilling. It's more like a Chucky movie.
Each unfortunate soul dragged through the night into therun-down motel has their own secrets.
A limo driver (John Cusack), an aging self-centered actress(Rebecca De Mornay), a cop (Ray Liotta) and his homicidal prisonerin-tow (Jake Busey), a call girl (Amanda Peet), newlyweds (CleaDuVall and William Lee Scott), a family (John C. McGinley, LeilaKenzle, Bret Loehr) and the nervous motel manager (John Hawkes)attempt to stay alive and find the killer as people begin to dropoff.
Bodies disappear, supernatural calamities abound and there are alot of classic horror flick scenes of terrified screaming andcreeping around in the dark.
Overall, it wasn't a waste of money. But it was not a must-seemovie.
Cusack and Peet stand out as convincing actors in a storylinetrying to be half Hitchcock and half Sixth Sense.
The scariest thing about Identity was as I was leaving thetheater, I saw families with small children. I can't imagine whowould take a five-year-old to see an hour and a half of bloodykilling. If the underlying theme of Identity is the psychologicaldamage of a scary, adult world on a child mind and there beingtragic results, the real world may be scary enough.
