At a motel room late at night the phone rings. After a moment of
hesitation he answers, only to hear the raspy sound of some distant
voice, whispering numbers and a few odd words. Standing nearby, she
shifts nervously from one foot to another, waiting. He hangs up the
phone and sits back on the bed, an ashen look on his face. After a beat,
she moves to his side, touches his shoulder and says, "What did you
hear, Mulder?"
Wait a minute, scratch that last sentence. This isn't an episode of "The
X Files." It's "The Mothman Prophecies," a completely different movie
that only feels like an episode of "The X Files." Based on the book by
John A. Keel, which was based on some freaky business that reportedly
occurred in a rural West Virginia town back in the '60s, the film is a
supernatural thriller that manages to establish and maintain a suitably
creepy atmosphere. Don't expect any answers, of course, as the tale
relies on an impressive recreation of an actual disaster, mixed with
some mystical hoodoo, to wrap everything up.
Mark Pellington, whose career was launched by his direction of Pearl
Jam's "Jeremy" video, is at the helm. In his first two films, "Going All
the Way" and "Arlington Road," Pellington displayed a great love of
skewed camera work, whether it was appropriate for the scene or not.
This time, the subject matter allows him to indulge himself completely
and the director has a field day using odd angles, creative transitions
and grainy imagery to create the feeling that something is seriously
wrong.
The story begins on a particularly good day for the Kleins. John
(Richard Gere) and Mary (Debra Messing from "Will and Grace") have just
purchased their dream home and life couldn't be better. Then disaster
strikes in the form of a car wreck that lands Mary in the hospital,
where doctors learn she has a rare form of brain cancer. She goes
downhill quickly and is soon gone, leaving John with a series of
drawings of a moth-like creature and the question; "You didn't see it,
did you?"
Cut to two years later. John, a highly respected reporter for the
Washington Post, leaves his home in Georgetown late at night to head for
an important interview in Richmond, Virginia. Roughly 90 minutes into
his journey he realizes that he is lost. In fact, he has arrived in
Point Pleasant, West Virginia, more than 400 miles from where he should
be. He stops at a house looking for help, only to end up facing a
furious local (Will Patton) who is convinced that John has been
harassing him for days.
Police officer Connie Parker (Laura Linney) provides what details she
can: Strange things are happening in Point Pleasant, with citizens
receiving cryptic phone calls from a bizarre voice, seeing lights in the
sky and catching glimpses of large moth-like creature.
While far from memorable, the film works well enough, although, as with
most "based on fact" supernatural tales, there is no resolution. Viewers
can only take the hints given to draw their own conclusions.
As for me, I wondered about the Mothman's use of the telephone. I
wondered where the large moth-like creature was calling from. Does it
have a dark sanctuary deep in the West Virginia hills equipped with a
phone? Or, if the Mothman is an alien, perhaps its spaceship can tie
into earthly telecommunication lines. I also wondered if the people the
Mothman contacted had call waiting. Imagine being home late one evening
and hearing your phone ring. You answer and it's the Mothman! You listen
as it begins to deliver an otherworldly message when suddenly, your call
waiting beeps. Oh, what to do, what to do? You don't wish to be impolite
to a being from the nether regions, but what if your daughter had a flat
on the way home from her date? Then again, how embarrassing would it be
to put the Mothman on hold and switch to the other line, only to be
asked if you're satisfied with your long-distance carrier?
But I digress. "The Mothman Prophecies" is serviceable entertainment;
the kind of film one expects to see released in the early months of a
new year. The acting is good (although Laura Linney is wasted an
underwritten part) and the spookiness is nicely sustained. So there you
go.
Copyright © 2002 Edward Johnson-Ott