Wonderful character development!

Highly Overrated But Still Good

best movie i've ever seen.

It is encouraging that the film ends so strongly.Otherwise, it wouldn't have been a particularly memorable film

A big-city cop from L.A. moves to a small-town police force and immediately finds himself investigating a murder. Using theories rejected by his colleagues, the cop, John Berlin, meets a young blind woman named Helena, who he is attracted to. Meanwhile, a serial killer is on the loose and only John knows it. Jennifer 8 is one of those films that for goes somewhere and does something for a large majority of it's running time, unfortunately once the film reaches it's highest point and we see the killer and the killer goes after Helena the movie lost me completely especially the ending feels rushed and it was probably left in the cutting room. The acting is good and the story as well but the ending was so disappointing and ruined the entire experience for me.

After his 'cult hit' with Withnail & I, English writer/director (1988), went on to write and direct How To Get Ahead In Advertising (which I haven't yet seen) a year later (1989) and then, this, Jennifer 8 in 1992. It then wasn't until 19 years later, in 2011, that he directed his next film, the - for me, at least, underwhelming The Rum Diary. And I think you have to ask yourself why.Both Jennifer 8 and The Rum Diary suffer from the same failing: most of the bits and pieces are there, but they don't seem to be assembled in the right order. And crucially some still seem to be missing. That is especially the case with Jennifer 8. After a strong beginning, it seems to limp along, hinting at what kind of film it should be rather than being that film.Our central figure - the hero - is a cop who has moved to the styx from the LAPD, apparently once had a drink problem and was abandoned by his wife. I fancy these details are meant to make him interesting. But they don't: here they just mark him out as a certain kind of hero in a certain kind of film, and no more.Then there is the obsession Garcia, for he's the hero, has with tracking down a putative serial killer. It isn't explained why, and there's no particular suggestion as to why. And despite his boss informing him that there is a lot of other detective work to be getting on with, our hero seems simply to ignore anything else and get on with chasing the serial killer he is so certain exists. He is not popular in the department, but why is never obvious: in one rather jarring scene that is made clear, but why exactly.There are other, quite drastic signs that this just isn't a very good production: set in winter, the country is covered in snow one minutes, then the fields are green the next. There is one particular, quite crucial, scene which even takes places in a blizzard. The following day, the ground is as dry and snow-free as one might not hope for if you are a director with a real eye for detail.One gets the feeling that Robinson has seen a lot of these kind of 'psychological, suspense' thrillers and has set out to make one. Sadly, he simply doesn't succeed. There's precious little psychology and no suspense whatsoever.Finally, Garcia is just too nice to be the dedicated cop with inner demons. This role demanded someone of the calibre of Al Pacino and his ilk. Sad to say, but if you get the chance to watch this, pass it up.

I did not like this movie's dream version of God portraying Him as being a little old man who lives upstairs and then alleges that prayers are like God's unopened junk mail. What a cheap shot by the writer-director to try and ridicule our Creator by using a fiendishly foul insult that embodies the kind of blatantly unjustified accusation one might expect to hear coming from the likes of Lucifer or Caligastia. Perhaps the pathetically sad little creature who penned this small collection of painfully pitiful scribblings of a babbling blasphemer had been praying for a box-office hit and when this flick only grossed a little over half of its $20 million dollar budget, he chose the I AM WHO AM to be the innocent target of his poison arrow of blame. You know, it is generally not a good idea for a planetary mortal, despite having the spiritual potential to be immortal, to pick on some One who is exponentially if not infinitely bigger when viewing things through the undiluted cosmic perspective that transcends time and space let alone unwisely choose the eternally existent Creator of all things and beings to be the intended victim of such a reprehensibly irresponsible word-weapon attack. And the very fact that God didn't hire a robustly verbose lawyer and sue for defamation of character is proof enough for me that He is not like human beings who often forget that we were created in His Image and not the other way around. When God expressed Himself as a Man among men through the mysterious bestowal of Jesus a little over two thousand earth years ago, He demonstrated once and for all that He is a full-time God. He doesn't have a part-time job somewhere else doing something else on nights and weekends not to mention religious holidays. Being a loving and merciful God who is genuinely concerned about His created sons and daughters is a divine choice uninfluenced by any external conditions. Despite the fact that His infinite nature becomes a very real obstacle to being fully understood by less-than-infinite beings such as ourselves should not in the least lessen our faith that opens the door to a deeper understanding that will progressively lead us closer to the indwelling Spirit of God who resides within the minds of all mortals until eventually an up-close-and-personal, face-to-face encounter with our Universal Father will become a past event instead of a future possibility.

The prime character in 'Jennifer Eight' is blind but everyone in the film might as well be blind, deaf and mute to be able to miss the obvious indications that lead right to the killer from the moment that individual is on screen. Everyone seems to look the other way to avoid the person who turns out to be the killer maybe because the movie still has an hour or so to pad out, the time that it becomes crystal clear to the audience who that person is.The movie stars Andy Garcia as a cop with a movie cop name – John Berlin. He goes to investigate a murder, which leads to him digging through the trash to find body parts. He finds a woman's severed hand and after an analysis turns up that the woman was blind because the fingertips have worn down from reading Braille and that the hand spent some time in a freezer.He is soon on the trail of a killer who stalks blind women because several blind women have been killed in the area with that same M.O. Garcia interviews Helena (Uma Thurman), the woman's roomy who is herself blind. She and the cop fall in love not because of a mutual attraction rather because they are a man and a woman thrown together in a movie in which her life will eventually be in danger and he will have to save the woman he loves.Thurman is usually the luminous element to any movie but here her character is so pitiful that she doesn't need protection so much as she just needs a big old hug. The movie might want you to have sympathy for her but it doesn't back out when opportunity arises to have her slip nude into a bathtub while the killer skulks around her apartment.'Jennifer Eight' almost counts down the minutes to the next inevitable move. The movie is set up in a series of unbelievably predictable vignette so familiar to this genre. The movie is one part thriller, one part love story, one part police procedural written by people who obviously believe that you can't have one without the other.