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Wes Craven Presents: Don't Look Down
What does it benefit an accomplished horror maven like Wes Craven to attach his glittering name to this irredeemably dull and pedestrian exercise in made-for-TV flaccidity? Surely Craven earned enough capital from his megabuster Scream franchise that the piddly earnings of this monstrously forgettable and uneventful non-movie will go unnoticed. Fans of the horror genre expect, even in the very worst of the lot, some unnecessary gore or exploitative sex, both of which are sadly absent from this plot, which would be better suited for a lackluster, channel-Z hour-long drama: Woman (Megan Ward) sees sister fall to her death; woman tries to overcome subsequent acrophobia through experimental group therapy with questionable doctor (Terry Kinney); woman suspects doctor, ghost of sister in murders of therapy group members. There is not one single notable moment in Don't Look Down — Ward is unappealing and whiny, moments of possible suspense are doomed by inevitability, and director Larry Shaw's ordinary vision is limited by his own impotence. This offering from executive producer Craven, whose previous work, even at its silliest, always promised a little bit of the unexpected is, unexpectedly, a complete waste of time. Artisan's DVD offers a good full-frame transfer (1.33:1) with Dolby 2.0 Surround audio. Keep-case.
—Gregory P. Dorr
