It looks like Winona Ryder gets two strikes in a row in 2000, as the long-delayed Lost Souls emerges as one of the worst duds of the year. How bad can it be? Well, the only moments of terror in this ostensible horror flick are brought about by the appearance of the words "Producer: Meg Ryan," giving you chills in a way that only those words can.
Hopefully the last in a line of man vs. devil movies let loose by Y2K hysteria coupled with the success of The Sixth Sense (which wisely steered clear of religious metaphors altogether), Lost Souls actually ranks below End of Days and just about ties the pitiful Bless the Child for sheer badness.
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