Premonition

Premonition **

Directed by Mennan Yapo
Written by Bill Kelly

Starring:
Sandra Bullock as Linda Hanson
Julian McMahon as Jim Hanson
Shyann McClure as Megan Hanson
Courtney Taylor Burness as Bridgette Hanson
Nia Long as Annie
Marc Macaulay as Sheriff Reilly
Kate Nelligan as Joanne
Amber Valletta as Claire
Peter Stormare as Dr. Norman Roth

106 Minutes(Rated PG-13 for some violent content, disturbing images, thematic material and brief language).
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"Premonition" is pretty much a silly thriller with not a lot of tension, a ridiculous final message, and a performance by Sandra Bullock that makes her look like she doesn't want to be there at all. This is just another one of those thrillers that believes it is better than it really is, thinks that it'll wow the audience with some kind of shocking finale, but in the end does not do any of those things. At the end of "Premonition," time has passed about you walk out of the theatre after the bummer of an ending checking your watch, quickly returning to reality, and basically forgetting everything about what you just saw. This is just another dud, and Bullock needs actual read a script next time.

"Premonition" has her playing Linda Hanson who was once a happy wife with her husband Jim. Now time has left a scar on the couple, and she feels like he isn't participating in the lives of their two daughters, Megan and Bridgette. Jim is going on an overnight business trip, and on the afternoon when he is supposed to return the doorbell rings and it is the police telling her that her husband died in a car accident the day before. Linda is horrified. Her mother comes to stay with her for a few weeks, and Linda tries to recover from the death. She drinks herself to sleep one night, and when she wakes up she goes downstairs to find her mother gone, and to find that Jim is sitting at the table eating cereal. Now she is confused. What is going on? Not only is her husband alive but it is a week before the trip is even supposed to happen. And there is a dead vulture on her lawn. And there is a strange pill box in her medicine chest with the name Norman Roth on them. Linda decides to just accept this reality, but then her world is shattered once again when she wakes up the next day to find that her husband is dead again. This goes on for a while, alternating worlds each day, and Linda tries to put the pieces together to try and save her husband, if she could properly remember everything that happened to him in the first place.

There is that certain level of mystery that all of these thrillers impose on you. They do suck you in just because you end up wanting to know how and why these things are happening. And the fatal flaw of the script is that you never find out how and why any of this is happening. There is a small message that is introduced in the middle about family and faith and love, but that is just to justify the fact that the screenwriters probably didn't know how to tie everything together. And I found it hard to believe certain events at the end, because if the Linda character had paid more attention to something that was said towards the beginning, there could have been a happier conclusion. This is alright, but the fact of the matter is a twelve year old could have remembered this bit of information, and during one of the final scenes I was practically shouting at the character because of her stupidity. And then there is that final shot that just makes you groan, and by the time the credits start to roll you throw your hands up in anger-"Could that really be all?!" There isn't much reason for "Premonition" to have been made, unless Bullock just needed a quick buck. But if she needs a quick buck she could have starred in something with a little more juice. . .a little originality. I find it hard to believe that she would have trouble getting a role. After watching "Premonition" I am having a premonition of my own-that if Sandra Bullock doesn't shape up her career would be like her on-screen husband here:dead, with no chance of revival.