A film review by Joe Parra
Rating: 1? out of 4.
Sometimes, at this Fall season, we have reasons to give thanks and feast
early. Other times, it's just a badly-cooked turkey dinner that gives
you salmonella. Wishmaster is pure diseased bird. Wes Craven
executive-produced this endeavor, which I'm sure he now wishes he hadn't.
Robert Kurtzman (who last helmed that debacle The Demolitionist) directed
this mess. The story, by Pierre David and Peter Atkins, involves
the creation of the Djinn as a separate race that exists in a netherworld.
Now, these aren't of the nice Barbara Eden/Genie-ilk or the type that grant
you three nice wishes and fare-thee-well. Picture the Arabian Nights
tales with a nasty disposition - and looks to match! The story starts
in the 12th Century, where a djinn is tricking a potentate into destroying
his kingdom by granting him three wishes, with hideous twists. The
royal court sorceror develops a jewel to encase the evil monster (not a
lamp?). Cut to today: the djinn escapes and must grant three
wishes to his accidental releaser. Once this is accomplished, the
door to the djinn world will open into ours... The road is a bloody
one, in more ways than one. The acting in this turd is uniformly
lousy, with Andrew Divoff (as the Djinn) being the only participant who
knew to place his tongue firmly in cheek and leave it there. The
rest of the cast isn't mentioning, as it would use up good ink for bad
work - except to say that there are cameos by horror vets Robert ("Freddy
Krueger") Englund, Tony ("Candyman") Todd, and Kane ("Jason Voorhees")
Hodder. Fortunately for them, they're dispatched quickly. The
make-up, by director Kurtzman, Greg Nicotero, and Thomas C. Rainone, is
quite impressive, as are the takes on the wishes granted. These being
the only saving graces, LIVE Entertainment (who produced and released this)
must be praying (let along wishing) that when this dud hits home video,
their wish for big coffers will be realized. Hah! Good luck!
No enjoyment here. I wish I hadn't seen it!