You all know the drill: you watch a well-edited black-and-white video, and you get a call immediately after watching it (there's no mention of how the evil spirit gets your number) that tells you that you have seven days to live.
This is not the first Rings; the first one in 2002 had Naomi Watts in it.
What spin could this Rings provide? Evidently not much. Spanish director F. Javier Gutierrez introduces us to this video idea, and then digresses into plotlines involving Room and spirits that haunt people for a reason.
If you're looking for something scary, Rings isn't for you. If you're looking for regurgitated drivel, Rings is for you.
Julia (Matilda Anna Ingrid Lutz of Italy) is in the throes of love with blond beefcake Holt (Alex Roe). After what I presume is ardent lovemaking, their pillow talk moves into philosophical territory, specifically the legend of Orpheus, who sought to retrieve his wife from the underworld.
But Holt has to rush off to another town to start varsity life, leaving both of them desperately skyping each other, with mixed results. Even her attempt to initiate cyber sex fails.
Holt mysteriously disappears, prompting Julia to drop everything and rush to his varsity. She meets
|Matilda Anna Ingrid Lutz, Johnny Galecki and Alex Roe stare hard.|
To make a long story short, brave Julia puts herself in danger by transferring's Holt death curse to her. This was the only part of the film that made an impact on me.
You often see men putting their lives on the line for women, but the role is reversed in Rings.
Funny things happen to Julia and she goes on a chase to track down the truth. She's on a seven-day deadline, and her life isn't made easy by the appearances of a spirit that intrudes on her paranoid life.
Viewers know how these films end: the truth always prevails. Unfortunately, Rings will leave viewers wanting for more.
2 out of 5 stars