Beginning at a stylish mansion in the roaring 1920s, a socialite, flappers, and the men who "love" them come to their ultimate demise. These ghosts continue to haunt the mansion throughout the decades. Now they have come back to haunt and chase after a new generation of beautiful girls.
One has to wonder how Full Moon can sink this low. I cannot say they were ever an amazing company, but they had a certain level of quality. Those years are long gone, and each new film seems to get worse and worse, with less of a plot and a more boring presentation. This film is slightly over an hour, but could have been 35 minutes if the entire thing was not done in slow-motion. And to say there was a plot might be giving it too much credit.
What can be said about Eric Roberts? Once upon a time, he had two Golden Globe nominations and an Academy Award nomination. Those years are long gone. Roberts stooped to the level of being in SyFy movies... which, hey, sometimes you have to do. But Full Moon? Wow, Eric... you have a terrible hackneyed accent and spent most of your time on screen groping naked women. I can see why you liked the script, but this must be rock bottom for you. You are now a worse actor than your sister Julia... and how do you explain this to your daughter, Emma? She is already the best actor in the family...
Charles Band, stick to producing. Your writing and directing days are over.
One has to wonder how Full Moon can sink this low. I cannot say they were ever an amazing company, but they had a certain level of quality. Those years are long gone, and each new film seems to get worse and worse, with less of a plot and a more boring presentation. This film is slightly over an hour, but could have been 35 minutes if the entire thing was not done in slow-motion. And to say there was a plot might be giving it too much credit.
What can be said about Eric Roberts? Once upon a time, he had two Golden Globe nominations and an Academy Award nomination. Those years are long gone. Roberts stooped to the level of being in SyFy movies... which, hey, sometimes you have to do. But Full Moon? Wow, Eric... you have a terrible hackneyed accent and spent most of your time on screen groping naked women. I can see why you liked the script, but this must be rock bottom for you. You are now a worse actor than your sister Julia... and how do you explain this to your daughter, Emma? She is already the best actor in the family...
Charles Band, stick to producing. Your writing and directing days are over.