Directed Yam Laranas
Written by Eric Bernt & Shintaro Shimosawa
Starring Jesse Bradford, Amelia Warner and Carlos Leon
An ex-con moves into an old apartment building, where he encounters a domestic problem involving a police officer, his wife, and their daughter. When he tries to intervene, however, a mysterious curse entraps him.
Complete garbage. The Echo reminds us how lame these foreign-based movies really got. Mix in every washed up version of The Ring, The Grudge, etc and take away every interesting part and you have The Echo. An echo is a less powerful reverberation of your original message. Crap in – crap out. That’s exactly where we are with The Echo…crap coming and going. Filled with dark hallways and spectral visitors, The Echo tries to cash in on some genre films that actually worked before there were 100 of them and people started making remakes of lame flicks to start with. I promise there is nothing remotely redeeming about this movie. This review stands as fair warning for you and your precious 90 minutes.
Yeah, the whole movie is like this. Yay.
Believe it or not, this film with its slow beginning actually convinced me it might have merit. Within 30 minutes time it was relatively clear where this was headed. Trying to boost a storyline out of a paper-thin idea, The Echo relies on flashes of creepy sound and imagery to reinforce what we already know about the ghostly revenge yarns; that we just don’t care. Compound that with several characters that we just can’t care about, less than great acting, and an already cliché premise – ta da, it’s The Echo.
Please skip this and let the haunted spirits stay undiscovered. A scarier premise would be how this made it into my Netflix recommendations.