James Remar is screaming out of his car at homeless people as he narrowly avoids running over children while a news report on the radio warns of skinheads on ski boats shooting at people. For a minute there they are really cooking with something. Then he's partnered with a psychic doctor and the story settles into it's mystery/investigation and loses its sense of fun. Unfortunate for the viewer. It took me almost nine years to finally watch this after discovering it for my Sicario review. check!

So wacky, camp -- the bursts of uneven comedy are great -- and barely serious that it is almost good. Craven doesn't deliver his usual visual flair, but develops the plot with some guts -- a drunk cop teams up with a doc that manages to tell things before people say it and show other personalities (kind of Hannibal, the TV series, material) to stop a serial killer of women. The climax in the Walk of Fame is gloriously camp.

48.