93 minutes. 6045 heartbeats. 325.5 breaths. All these moments are forever lost in time. My IQ is down by 37%. It all comes down to a hideous retelling of some aspect of the Lizzie Borden tale, except this time someone gets squirted by Gary Busey. Yeah, do the math there. Busey's performance was dull and weak compared to his brilliant acting in "Wild in the Streets" (1968, http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0063808/?ref_=nm_flmg_act_163 ), which says a lot about the direction in this botched aneurysm of a movie. Sean Flynn is turning in his grave, as it seems pretty insulting that this production was dedicated to his memory. Perhaps he had amnesia. I would have enjoyed watching C-SPAN over this tripe. Spare yourself some torment and skip this movie, it's too late for me...
Review of Lizzie
