That's not the worst of it, though. The worst thing is the movie is boring. Like, really boring. Not like "If you understood it you wouldn't be bored" or "You really have to pay attention." No, like legit boring.
Michael Beck stars as a rich guy whose family freezes him when he gets an incurable illness, hoping they can thaw him when a cure comes around. 10 years later his freezing tank malfunctions, he has to be removed in an emergency and his mother (Beatrice Straight) arranges to have the now-available surgery performed. Beck survives and goes on to take over and fuck up the family business.
Paul Sorvino's on hand as the local reverend who notices Beck doesn't seem to have a conscience or any empathy, or any emotions at all, really. The reverend's theory? Since Beck basically died, and then came back, he now has no soul! Bodies start piling up, also, with signs pointing to Beck as the killer, but mom won't hear of it. Since this is a Craven flick, I'll give you one guess who the only other one is who can tell there's something wrong with Beck. If you guessed the family dog, YOU GUESSED RIGHT.
This one's a long, hard slog from one lifeless scene to the next, to yet another "twist" ending. There's not much worth seeing here, except Paul Sorvino, who acquits himself nicely. It's the first real misfire of Cravenfest. But nobody's perfect.
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