| Original Score: 2/4
There is a great spoof comedy here, but, unfortunately, writer Michael Cooney and director James Mangold play one of the most ludicrous screenplays in recent memory in earnest.
This gimmicky whodunit never convinces us that it would be worth slogging through again.
It's practically a catalog of slasher-movie groaners.
| Original Score: 2/5
| Original Score: 5/10
A good cast is enacting this fancy rubbish; what drew them to the material besides its self-conscious cleverness is beyond me.
With moments of mind-bending creepiness, the film has potential, but eventually it devolves into merely a head-scratcher.
| Original Score: 2.5/4
I was laughing right along with the rest of the audience during the final minutes.
Even if you were to miss the dead-giveaway title sequence, Identity serves up sloppy hints in scene after scene...(that) are about as subtle as the motel's neon sign.
The script within "Adaptation" was a joke and it's sad that everyone involved wasn't in on it and dragged the audience to the top of the greatest imaginable rollercoaster only to breakdown before sending us down the hill.
Cuz you can't bear to think that Cusack would betray us, you keep trying to convince yourself that the flick is trying to be more than what it seems.
Although the first part of 'Identity' overflows with delicious suspense and creepy atmosphere, the film's plot soon becomes one of its helpless victims.
80 minutes of cliches, overacting and hackneyed coincidences.
| Original Score: 1/4
Manufactured shock replaces gnawing fear and only meager attempts are made to liberate us from high-concept hell.
| Original Score: C+
It's an exasperating exercise in B-movie hokum and screenwriter's gimmickry.
It isn't a standard slasher flick, but it impersonates one for so long you want to slap it around.
An over-directed slasher picture full of arty tricks and slumming stars.
It can make for an exasperating ride, since the filmmakers fudge the line between earnest manipulation and flip self-mockery.
Assorted examples of artificially flavoured humanity ... proceed to panic, bicker and run with the customary perversity that characters in situations like this do toward their gory destinies.
Identity benefits from a delicious duper of an advertising campaign, taking much-warranted pleasure in the audience's gullibility
Amanda Peet throws some fine, even sublime, attitude: there's really nothing this girl doesn't do well, even the good-hearted hooker.