Julianne Moore plays a hardened psychiatrist and profiler who does no believe in multiple personality disorder. Her father likes to challenge her opinions and introduces her to a patient who not only displays multiple personalities but can also manifest physical aspects of the people sharing his head. The pursuit to discredit the patients condition descends into a struggle with belief and faith.
Writer Michael Cooney (Identity, The I Inside and eh... Jack Frost) is on familiar territory as his story slowly unveils a psychological conundrum that unfortunately veers sharply into a crackpot, mystical hodge-podge where one of the major plot conceits relies on that unobtainable Hollywood power to have a computer do impossible tasks very, very quickly. This reeks of rewriting burying the original script under layers of Hollywood BS. It's like way him a Dark Castle film without the fore warning of the logo to let you know your about to watch a piece of crap.
It goes to show that it's not just remakes that are bereft of ideas but original productions also. Does the fault lie at the hands of the writers, the directors or the money men? Certainly not the audience who stayed away from Shelter in droves. This is a confused, uninspired film that feels more like a business deal and a bunch of paychecks than an actual attempt to rouse any scared or chills.
I'm left flaccid and floppy
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