Who needs six degrees of separation
from Bacon, when he possesses a
Trash City T-shirt? Obviously, this film thus comes highly recommended...
Well, actually, it starts off looking sprightly enough with Bacon
experiencing disturbing visions after getting hypnotised, and he's
definitely capable of winning your sympathy. But the edgy content of the
opening half-hour evaporates in favour of a more prosaic style as he turns
detective -- the film-makers don't seem to realise the "ghostly murder
victim seeking justice" has been done before, and needs something to pep it
up. All we get is a psychic child who must have failed the Sixth
Sense audition, and so, interest gently declines, albeit with the
occasional frisson to remind you of what might have been. I confess
to actually dozing off for a minute or two during the climax, which
probably tells you all you need to know.