Thanks for the memories!

SERIOUSLY. This is what the crap Hollywood still puts out?

Each character in this movie — down to the smallest one — is an individual rather than a type, prone to spontaneous changes of mood and sometimes amusing outbursts of pettiness or ill humor.

Actress is magnificent and exudes a hypnotic screen presence in this affecting drama.

Arriving at a friends' secluded house, a group of friends partying for the weekend find themselves killed one-by-one by their friends possessed by a murderous ancestor and tries to stop them from continuing the rampage.This was quite a decent if flawed effort. One of the better elements within this one is the rather enjoyable setting here, with the increasingly elaborate layout in the different floors, overflow of rooms and snowbound setting all creating an absolutely phenomenal setting for the events here that not only plays into the isolation of the group but the disorienting nature of the house makes the stalking even more chilling. That also becomes another big part of this one in that the pretty-tense stalking here throughout the film comes off rather nicely with the tension starting with the initial attack in the bathroom and the discovery of the body that affects the group rather deeply being a fine start here. There's a couple of rather intriguing assaults here based on the knowledge acquired from that attack comes into play for them, as scenes of the group going through the halls or down into the basement that follows up the film's best part in the fun chasing in the final half as the impact of the storyline and the layout makes for some really fun action scenes with a sense of tension from the feeling of who's who in here as the possession really takes hold for a frantic, enjoyable time. There here are enough to hold this off somewhat from the flaws within here. The biggest issue with this one is the fact that the film never manages to go all the way with anything in here, as the gore is simply non-existent relying solely on knives impaled in places which is just quite dull both in concept and execution as the same, continuous death scenes just get old after awhile. Likewise, the lack of action here from that low-key nature really stands out by managing to drain the tension out from a large portion of the film by never going all out the way its premise provides the potential for. That as well is the film's final flaw which really stands out here being the rather puzzling premise which certainly allows for a great time here with the possession and stalking angle yet never does anything really interesting or original with it. These here are what keep the film down.Rated R: Violence and Language.

While this by far isn't the best movie ever thought of, it does a nice job of filling the need for a slasher flick late at night. The acting was solid, with most of Paris' scenes being the only ones that felt forced. The story was better than some others out there, this one at least tried to make sense. A book possessing people may stretch things a bit, but I give them points for creativity. Trying to review this as a "Scary" movie would be unfair to the genre. It's funny, and at time eerie, but nothing fantastic. You don't watch this kind of movie for a scare, you watch it to have a good laugh, which this does pretty well. And while the ending was kind of sappy, it still left something to be desired. Template plot, little character development, and some cheesy "Creepy music" make this a movie you can grab quick and enjoy. If you want to see a decent movie and have a good time, this is a solid choice. Not good, but not terrible.

It's bad. But it takes itself very seriously, and it's not bad enough to be enjoyably bad. When will someone let Paris Hilton completely loose, so she can make a truly abominable film? I'm talking something of "Glen or Glenda" caliber. That's why I rented the flick -- I was hoping for a true abortion of cinema. Instead, this film is merely born brain damaged,Things get close to deliciously terrible when one of the characters begins to piece together parts of the puzzle. Without spoiling the plot, it goes a little like this:"Wait a minute! Maybe the Titanic didn't sink! Maybe it was a ship from outer space! That would mean the iceberg is still out there, trying to get revenge!""It's crazy! But it's the only thing that makes sense!"And then it turns out that this really is the plot of the movie.You get that here, only the premise of the film is so incredibly bland, you couldn't care less. People wandering around in a mansion, being chased. Whoopee. If only they would die faster.

Whilst staying at my cousin's house recently, he showed me a film starring Paris Hilton that left me overwhelmed by her talent. What a performance! From start to finish she was totally convincing, and she certainly had feelings for the, err, part. No it wasn't Nine Lives. Actually it was her starring 'roll' in that 'other movie', which probably grossed a damn site more worldwide than this British slasher flick ever would. Now I'm no expert on porn actresses. I never really went through that whole top-shelf magazine/video phase. Perhaps it was because ever since I can remember I've been in one relationship or another? Or maybe it was because I got married at the tender age of 21? Now I'm 24 and still haven't got much knowledge on all things X-rated. But I do have a fairly good eye for talent, which has served me well throughout the years of enjoying cinema. I soon realized that if this feisty young heiress could show that much conviction, dedication and (ahem) experience when the camera is concentrating on her face…well…who knows? I first learned about Nine Lives from an extremely generous preview in Empire magazine late 2002. After that the movie mysteriously seemed to vanish and I heard nothing more until I came across the DVD in Amsterdam under the alias title The Terror in summer 2004. To the best of my knowledge this wasn't released in Britain until June 2005, which seemed like a long delay for a homegrown movie. In fact it graced American shores at least a year before it hit UK shelves. I couldn't track down any information anywhere concerning the belatedness of Andrew Green's debut feature. I can only assume that not many distributors were rushing to pick it up for release? Nine high school pals head to their friend's remote mansion in Scotland to join him for his birthday celebrations. Emma (Rosie Fellner), Lucy (Vivienne Harvey), Jo (Paris Hilton), Laura (Amelia Warner), Linda (Maureen Turner), Tim (Patrick Kennedy), Andy (Ben Peyton) and Damian (James schlesinger) are soon joined by Pete (David Nicolle), who was late arriving due to a hazardous snow storm that is crashing against the secluded house. (British weather, eh?). The group is pleased to be together again and they spend hours drinking and reminiscing over old times. As the evening gives way to a severely weather beaten night, the drunken youngsters decide to retire and sleep off all the alcohol. Before they have even had the chance to turn out the lights, the tranquillity is shattered by an ominous scream. On exploration, they find Jo's mutilated corpse sprawled across the bathroom floor. It seems that there's a maniacal killer amongst the group and he's intent on making this the last reunion they'll ever share. But these 'friends' have known each other for years, surely there's no motive for mass slaughter amongst them…? In all honesty, Nine Lives starts really well. The location is fairly alluring, the characters interesting and Green manages to pull off a decent early shock. It's somewhat ironic then that as soon as Madame Hilton checks out twenty minutes into the feature things go down hill…DRASTICALLY! It seems that Ms moneybags' on-screen demise starts a chain reaction of bad-movie-syndrome that doesn't take long to completely engulf the entire feature. You'd think that nine victims is more than enough to pad out an eighty-minute runtime. But the murders are so poorly constructed that it doesn't take too long for things to start feeling tediously humdrum. The embarrassing lead performance from Amelia Warner didn't help, and the rest of the cast seems to spend too much time staring blankly at the camera as if they're thinking, "What do I do next? What's going on? Why am I here? HELP!" I'm going to give away the crux of the plot, which isn't really a spoiler, but if you don't want to know then stop reading now. OK it seems that the spirit of an ancient Scotsman that was tortured by the English when they evaded his homeland has taken possession of one of the kids in order to get revenge on the three lions. So we have a deranged Scotch killer that wants to bump off the English. So why does he kill Paris Hilton – a blatant American – first? Perhaps he had seen what Mel Gibson and Randall Wallace did with Braveheart? When it comes to plot holes, Nine Lives is the cinema equivalent of a kitchen sieve. You'll laugh out loud when Warner manages to work out the killer's methods and motives from nothing more than a couple of scrappy pictures. The closing dialogue is no less than hilarious and sounds like an ambitious seven-year-old wrote it for a homework project. There's no gore, suspense or attempts at building tension and by the 45-minute mark the whole movie has pretty much fallen apart.It's a shame, because Andrew Green is a fairly talented director. You also have to give him credit for managing to get Paris Hilton to come all the way to Hertfordshire for a cameo, just a few months before 1 night in Paris was about to make her a superstar. He certainly picked the right time to offer her a contract. But with that said though, his screen writing abilities are non-existent and next time that he's hired to direct a feature he should make sure that the scrip is someone else's. Unfortunately Nine Lives is yet another British horror-failure to add to the list. Maybe one day someone somewhere will make a good UK slasher. Hitchcock was English, so why have they failed so since his demise? I guess I'll just have to wait a bit longer to see if Hilton can match the skill of that (ahem) breathtaking breakout performance