From what I can ascertain, The Turning
is attempting to explore such issues as changing relationships, bigotry, and
the importance of family values. Noble subject matter, to be sure, but
unfortunately when a film is rendered as disjointedly boring as this one not
many people are going to stick it out anyway.
Clifford is a young
flannel-shirt-wearing redneck who returns to his hometown after two years
away. After visiting his former girlfriend (and being chased off by her angry
father) he stops in on his alcoholic, chain-smoking mother, who is due to
divorce his father the following day. Mistakenly believing that he will be
able to reunite his estranged parents, Clifford sets about attempting to
convince them to get back together.
His parents are far less
receptive of this idea than Clifford expects, and his methods of marriage
counselling are unorthodox, to say the least. We learn that Cliff is a
ďformerĒ nazi and member of the Ku Klux Klan, and something of a psychopath.
Will Cliff succeed in reuniting
his parents? Will he go even more postal and kill everyone involved in the
situation? Will he ever display more than two facial expressions? Who the hell
cares, this movie is badly directed, poorly edited, woodenly acted, and
presented on a rushed and shoddy DVD. The video quality is pretty appalling,
itís incredibly grainy and looks as though absolutely no effort has been made
to restore it at all, or even find a decent print in the first place. The
music is one of the most annoying scores in the history of cinema (with the
possible exception of 80ís classic Teen Wolf, which sounded like it was
performed entirely with a Casio keyboard). I really cannot think of a single
reason for anyone to want to watch this film. Oh wait, bearded and obsessive
X-Files fans may rush out and buy this when they hear that Gillian Andersonís
breasts make a brief appearance. But when thatís the most appealing aspect of
a movie, itís really probably not worth watching in the first place. And such
is the case with The Turning.
Oh yeah, and there are no
extras. Not that anyone in the English-speaking world is likely to care.