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(MICHAEL MADSEN & JOHN SAVAGE).
This movie raises an interesting question. Is Michael Keaton's career dead, and if so, is it trying to reach us from beyond the grave?
His last big hit was in 1992, the last time he wore the batsuit. Since then he has played all types and, as always, he carries off his role quite well. But the material! E-Freaking gad!
WHITE NOISE is a one hour movie in a one hour and forty-one minute film that feels three hours long.
We start with the wonderful life that Jonathon Rivers (Michael
Keaton: BEETLEJUICE, BATMAN, PACIFIC HEIGHTS, BATMAN RETURNS) lives
with his spanky new second wife, Anna (Chandra Smith: NIGHT TERRORS,
PUPPET MASTER 4, THE SALTON SEA) a successful writer who, joy of
joys, just found out that she's pregnant!
After a bathroom break and a snack, I return to find that John finally misses Anna (and Jane) but now has a morbidly obese creep following him around. Raymond Price is his name (Ian McNeice: THE BODY, FROM HELL) and watching TV is his game. And if John is game, Raymond has an obsessively built home entertainment center to show off. But Raymond isn't into sports channels or adult stations.
Raymond likes to watch static.
He likes to watch static on TV and he likes to hear static on the radio. And if you watch and listen long enough, you'll start to see and hear things. I tried it as a kid and I started picking up porn channels ... I think. Then again, I was a hormonal kid and I really wanted to get a porn channel (but I digress).
Those somethings, Raymond believes, are not stray signals from the tens of thousands of television and radio programs broadcast world wide - oh no, they are the dead talking to him. The dead talk to Raymond through his TV but not all of them are nice. Bad people die too, of course, and they also feel quite chatty at times. But they are jerks in death just as in life, and if you aren't careful, you might let them through. At this point, I'd shake Raymond's hand goodbye, smile, and avoid his proffered coffee. But not John.
John is skeptical yet captivated.
A half hour into the movie and John isn't quite sure if he believes Raymond. Even though Raymond has introduced him to another woman who is suffering a lost loved one, Sarah Tate (Deborah Kara Unger: WHISPERS IN THE DARK, HIGHLANDER III, THE SALTON SEA, FEAR X), John takes time to get involved in the new pastime. Sarah never gets the chance to become anything more than a cypher in John's life, because he piecemeal buys his own obsessively built home entertainment center and starts watching and listening to static, i.e., White Noise.
Trying to glean something, anything from white noise or EVP (Electronic Voice Phenomena), is a task of Sisyphian patience, and director Geoffrey Sax - in his first outing as a non-television director - tests our patience by dragging us through what seems to be another half hour of Jack staring and listening to white noise. Getting little tidbits here and there, but not really a whole lot of anything: GHOST was scarier than this, and it was a romance story!
What started out as an exciting premise soon drags to a halt halfway through and we still have the rest of the movie - Which I sat through(!) - Hoping that it would get better but it never did!
I feel sorry for Michael Keaton. First he plays Batman in a hopelessly padded suit. Then he played a Snowman in a hopelessly padded suit. Now he plays a sap in a hopelessly padded film. Ugh!
WHITE NOISE gets a single Shriek Girl.
KILL IT BEFORE IT BREEDS!