It would seem that the only purpose of this movie was because Tarsem (the guy who lost REM's religion) wanted to see how stupid he could make La Lopez dress. Then he stole some visuals from a Fellini picture, got Vince Vaughn to look all sweaty, and that was it. The dictionary definition of "A Good-Lookin' Plate with Nothing on it."Carl (Vincent D'Onofrio) is a serial killer. He puts women in a cell and then drowns them and then bleaches them and does creepy shit to them. Vince Vaughn wants to catch him. Jennifer Lopez is a child psychologist who is able to go inside the brains of comatose kids and try to bring them out of their comas. Just before Vince catches Crazy Carl, Carl goes into a coma. And they need to find his final victim. Oh, how will they get the information out of this comatose person? And why is he so crazy? Was his father mean to him?
"The Cell" lost all my respect when it used the worst movie cliche ever. You'll know it when you hear it. It's the "we've never done THIS before; it's too risky" line. Suffice it to say, when it's put out there, you'll have to use all your power to keep from yelling "Don't cross the streams!" and humming the theme from "Ghostbusters".
There are some nifty visuals, and Jennifer Lopez is a nice-lookin' lady, but this movie has NOTHING ELSE GOING FOR IT. The serial killer stuff is straight out of "Silence of the Lambs", which would have been nice if it stuck to its guns, but it chickens out. It tries to go for the "Magnolia" allusions by really emphasizing the "Dad, you should have been nicer to me" psychobabble. Can't the killer just be evil? Can't his mind be this really cool, messed-up place? Do we have to feel sorry for him?
The performances are pretty well-done; Jennifer Lopez manages to show compassion while still succumbing to the "psychologist who breaks the rules" cliche. Vince Vaughn plays the haggard FBI agent who never sleeps and is willing to do whatever it takes to solve the case, but at least he's less annoying than he usually is. Vincent D'Onofrio is appropriately creepy and pitiful as the case may be.
The visuals deserve a special mention, and they are top-of-the-line. The dreamworlds are both spooky and beautiful, but they're straight out of a Fellini film; nothing really groundbreaking. The script is pretty much humor-free, and overly reliant on the "it's because his daddy never loved him" claptrap. The violence is kinda creepy and kinda disturbing, but not too much. And the wardrobes are really goofy in the dreamworlds. Jennifer Lopez looks ridiculous.
It's the cinematic equivalent of the good-looking girl in high school that you always admired from afar, but when you finally worked up the courage to talk to her, you found out she was really, really stupid. And had bad breath. And a cold sore.If Jennifer Lopez was in my dream, she wouldn't be wearing any stupid outfits. She wouldn't be wearing ANY outfit. Vincent D'Onofrio MUST be crazy.