Hiding within a group of eight FBI profilers is a serial killer. In the ultimate test of their crime-solving savvy, these endangered young agents each compelled by his or her secret past to probe the criminal mind -- must figure out who among them is a ruthless predator . . . before, one by one, they all fall prey to the killer's ingenious plan. With MINDHUNTERS, director Renny Harlin gives the serial killer thriller an edge-of-your-seat whodunit twist. Inspired by Agatha Christie's "Ten Little Indians," the story crescendos in suspense as a group of brand new profilers realize that a terrible evil has entered their circle and there may be no way out alive. When a simulated FBI training exercise turns shockingly real, with one of the agents meeting an unexpected demise, the profilers realize this is more than a final exam -- it's a battle for their lives. Completely isolated, the agents have no choice but to solve the heinous crime on their own. But how can they trust one another when they each possess the skills, the motives and the means to be the murderer? No one is above suspicion, or the perils of overwhelming fear, as they use everything in their power to uncover the killer's identity and end the relentless hunt.
As a child, I discovered a fondness for mystery novels. I remember one summer in particular I wanted to be Encyclopedia Brown so bad that a friend of mine and I opened a detective agency. As I got older, I traded in my Nancy Drew for Agatha Christie and of course Sherlock Holmes. And to this day, I still enjoy the James Patterson, Michael Crichton and P.D. James who dunnits.
Maybe all the training has made me into a criminal mastermind. Maybe re-reading And Then There Were None and the Red Headed League so honed my detective skills that I have become un-stump-able. Or maybe, the intricate plot to Mindhunters was so transparent and absurd, Leroy Brown himself could have figured it out. I solved the case by the second murder and spent about an hour contemplating whether or not I should apply at Scotland Yard. Then the houselights came up and the looks on the faces of my colleagues let me know that I was suffering from dillusions of grandeur.
It pains me to see LL and Val in such a bad movie. I love them so...
As a child, I discovered a fondness for mystery novels. I remember one summer in particular I wanted to be Encyclopedia Brown so bad that a friend of mine and I opened a detective agency. As I got older, I traded in my Nancy Drew for Agatha Christie and of course Sherlock Holmes. And to this day, I still enjoy the James Patterson, Michael Crichton and P.D. James who dunnits.
Maybe all the training has made me into a criminal mastermind. Maybe re-reading And Then There Were None and the Red Headed League so honed my detective skills that I have become un-stump-able. Or maybe, the intricate plot to Mindhunters was so transparent and absurd, Leroy Brown himself could have figured it out. I solved the case by the second murder and spent about an hour contemplating whether or not I should apply at Scotland Yard. Then the houselights came up and the looks on the faces of my colleagues let me know that I was suffering from dillusions of grandeur.
It pains me to see LL and Val in such a bad movie. I love them so...