Quite frankly when I sit down to watch a film like this I'm not expecting fireworks, but I do like to be entertained. That being said, this film lacks everything, apart from production value. Honestly, that's it. There is nothing I hate more than a movie that does not deliver on, plot, character development and sense. Yes, sense. Strangely these, things, can turn off any light they want apart from when it deviates from the ridiculous storyline (what there was of it), and the addition of momentary dogma from one character, which was quickly forgotten, is a tragic if not rife Hollywood device which never goes anywhere. It is in all it's tragic glory a sad reminder of the tripe that passes as screen-writing these days. I could go on longer, or indeed put this in paragraphs, but just like the film-makers, I just can't be arsed.
Review of Vanishing on 7th Street
