I’ve been waiting for 100 Feet to appear on my video store shelves for a good long while now, folks—ever since I read about this one I knew, KNEW!, that it was going to be an intensely wild ride. And with a major name like Famke Janssen involved, well, it wasn’t like things could get much better!
I wondered how, at all, it could even be possible to not be enthused about this beyond all belief, and so, when I finally caught a glimpse of it on the shelves, I had to lay claim. I had to get my hands on a copy because I’d been waiting for it for MONTHS.
Sadly, it would not live up to my expectations.
First, the plot: it’s a simple enough sort of plot, with a woman recently convicted of murdering her own husband, who a surprisingly large body of evidence suggests beat her on a regular basis. Clearly, a jury went along with the self-defense idea because she’s sentenced to an entire year of home detention and placed on an ankle monitoring bracelet, the kind you saw in Disturbia. Now, when you can’t even go into the basement of your own home without setting off an alarm, you know you’ve got some serious problems. But things get worse when we discover that there’s plenty wrong with the house she’s required by law to remain inside. Power failures…a really poorly located mail slot…easily opened basement windows…these are just part of the list. Oh, yeah…and the flying crockery. It seems that our valiant widow is living in a haunted house—haunted by the ghost of her murdered husband.
And hubby ain’t happy.
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