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At least as crappy as my last trip to the can
FUCK, another psychic-link-with-a-serial-killer movie. People bitch about how tired and overdone regular slashers are - hell, I'll take a regular slasher over yet another one of these fucking psychic-link movies any day. Can't we just once have a movie where somebody has a psychic link with, oh, a porn star, or a spy, or something else? Those would make fine movies, ones we haven't seen before a BILLION fucking times, at least.
Yes, folks, an American doctor, who's doing mind-over-body research, is having visions of himself killing naked women, but of course, it's not him, it's his separated-at-birth Siamese twin. So he goes to Hamburg, where everything you expect to happens happens, and in exactly that order too.
The Hamburg police must be pretty fucking dumb if they look at a body that's been bludgeoned to death and conclude that it was a heart attack. And I have no idea how Ennio Morricone got roped into scoring this film - not like it matters, since it's the lamest score I've ever heard him churn out, and it kept obtrusively reminding me of Alice Cooper's "Years Ago", which is not one of Alice Cooper's better songs. And Christ, how much can I harp on how many times I've seen this movie before?
The only thing that doesn't completely suck about this movie is the cast. Moriarty may be pathetic in a pathetic role as the psychic-link guy, but he's not bad as the nuttier of the two twins. The chick who plays his girlfriend, Penelope Milford, is quite appealing, moreso thanks to her willingness to get nekkid. Actually, that can be said of most of the female cast. They wear too much makeup, though. Maybe it's a German thing.
Sucks and sucks hard. Only to be seen by diehard Morricone completists, and even then, only those who deem themselves worthy of punishment. Also known as Link and Extrasensorial, which isn't even a fucking word.