The first weekend in January is never a good time for movies. Think about it - it's the furthest possible release date from a given year's award season, so it's likely the dumping ground for the worst movies on the docket. 2008 doesn't seem much different.
One Missed Call: "You get a voice mail, you hear your own death, and then you die!" Seriously, a movie about haunted cell phones. Haunted cell phones!
Part of the reason I hated The Ring is because VHS tapes are not old enough to be spooky and haunted yet, so I'm even less inclined to buy haunted freakin' cell phones. I think we need to make a cinematic rule: Objects need to be more than 50 years old before they can be haunted. I'll buy a haunted World War II tank (and in fact would like to see a movie based on DC Comics' Haunted Tank), but don't try to haunt an iPod for another half-century.
Also, wasn't Shannyn Sossamon an "it girl" a few years ago? What happened there? I'll buy Edward Burns earning a paycheck to finance his next movie about relationships, but Sossamon was supposed to be the next big something-or-other. She was good in The Rules of Attraction, an underrated flick. Now she's in the haunted cell phone movie? What gives?
