Review of My Little Eye

My Little Eye was directed by Marc Evans. I have learned that anyone who’s named Marc with a “c” is either useless, a douchebag, or bad at what they do. Since I don’t know Mr. Evans personally, we’re going to stick with the “bad at what they do” thing for him. The only noteworthy actor to show up in this film is Bradley Cooper, and he plays his role of being the jerk rather well. I won’t waste any more of your time going on about anyone else.

Even though this film is dated 2002, it feels much more like a 1998 kind of thing. Real World vs. Road Rules challenge, if you remember those lovely days of MTV. Five twenty-somethings volunteer their lives to be filmed and broadcast via the internets for one full year and if no one leaves, they all receive one million dollars. You’re not allowed to break curfew, call for help, call the cops or leave. Uhh, okay.

As they get to know each other and their fucked up pasts (of which only two out of five contestants actually reveal), those fears start to show up in care packages and lurk around corners and bedrooms at night. Cooper’s character shows up in the middle of the night in the midst of all of this. He tells them he’s a computer programmer and has never heard of their site with as much time as he spends on the internet, and that this is all some sort of weird hoax. He then fucks the easy girl, leaves and people start dying.

The cops show up thanks to a flare they set off on the roof, but by the time they get there, there’s only two survivors. The not so easy girl and the guy who was in on the whole thing and is responsible for the deaths of the other three. Also, the cop is in on it, too. Surprised?

This is most definitely a time specific film, and I believe it was made right on the cusp of the relevancy cut off point. Maybe it’s just that I hate reality television and can’t even bring myself to pay for cable. I’m not sure. Reality television isn’t a real thing anymore, is it?

This movie feels like it came out of the 90’s, too. The actors look like they could have been exchanged for any one of the extras we saw in “Scream.” It was all terribly predictable and the element of surprise was nonexistent. If you somehow get stuck in a time warp and can go back a decade in a half and just so happen to own this piece of crap, bring it with you and take it to a thirteen year old girl who babysits for movie money. She’ll love it.

My official rating: *