Rollercoaster Movie Review
Recalling the rules from memory, each team has 20 people on it, 10 of each sex. There is one female's one-piece to a team. It starts on one girl, who swims to the opposite side, places it on a boy, who then swims back and places the suit on the next girl.
Despite watching the painfully long, drawn out, and over plotted Rollercoaster, that is and probably always will be the most interesting story I have ever heard/witnessed (which one it is happens to be my little secret) at an amusement park.
Rollercoaster is a story of five troubled Vancouver teens who head to an abandoned amusement park to smoke dope and fulfill a suicide pact... so that the love between Chloe (Crystal Bubble) and Darrin (Kett Turton) is remembered for all time as part of a new wave of suicide urban-legends. Along for the ride are the homophobic homosexual (Brendan Fletcher), the wannabe animator (Brent Glenen), and the loser just along for the ride (Sean Amsing). Oh, yeah, and there happens to be a pedophile watching over the park (David Lovgren).
Rollercoaster is a classic case of a movie with too much plot and too little tension (psychological or otherwise). The movie meanders its way through 90 minutes, during which time I slotted the next two days worth of movies to see at the Cleveland International Film Festival, balanced my checkbook, checked my watch at least three dozen times, finished the worst Lo Mein in the world, and drafted this review to boot. Needless to say, this film was absolutely boring. The cast is unable to draw the viewer in, and the plot is so terrible that you wish gun-wielding terrorists would take over the park just to make the film get better.
Avoid at all costs.
Rollercoaster. Of love.