I challenge even the most verbose movie critics in the world to come up with more than three paragraphs about what goes on in "Disappearance".As you could probably tell already, I’m having a tough time devising anything interesting to say about the film…and I just watched it like ten minutes ago! Imagine the world’s most boring made-for-TV "thriller" about a family lost in the desert. Now take that movie and run it through a washing machine about 112 times. That’s Disappearance.
That Harry Hamlin and Susan Dey have their names above the credits should have been red flag enough, but devotion to my craft inspired me to watch the whole yawning maw of a film.
Mommy, Daddy, teenage son, teenage son’s friend, and precocious preteen daughter end up in a windy Nevada ghost town. They find some creepy videotapes, they get their truck stolen, they sleep in a room.
What I’ve described above takes place over a real-time period of about 48 minutes. Late in the game we’re offered limp allusions to Area 51, thereby explaining the mystery of the stolen truck.
Hamlin (ever wooden) and Dey (still perkily cute) sleepwalk through the cable-flick proceedings, almost visibly thrilled when the end credits pop up.The last time I saw a movie this boring it turned out I was watching the oven.