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Premonition Sandra Bullock either has absolutely no idea how to pick movies, or she simply doesnít care about how she earns her paycheck. Aside from her barely better than a cameo role in Crash, itís been string of real crap from her for most of the new millennium. Her choices show no sign of improving, in fact Premonition may be a new low.

In the film, Sandra plays Linda, a suburban housewife with a sometimes dead husband (Julian McMahon). One day she wakes up and heís dead, the next heís in the kitchen drinking coffee. It takes Linda most of the movie to figure out whatís happening, but by minute ten youíll realize that sheís randomly time traveling. The whys and hows of it are uncertain, and Premonition doesnít seem to think itís important to explore them. The closest the film comes to an explanation comes in the form of a shoehorned in monologue from a priest, who blames her time travel on a lax church attendance. Actually, perhaps thatís the best thing about the movie. Apparently being an atheist means you get superpowers, which means some pretty great things are just around the corner for me.

The story plays out as if Lindaís walking around in a thick, soupy fog. Itís like watching a movie drunk, thereís no focus to it, the film never seems to be going anywhere because in fact, it isnít. Linda suspects sheís been spending time in the future, but takes an almost fatalistic approach to it and never bothers to try changing anything until the final act. She simply goes through the motions. Nothing ever quite fits together, and the movie is jam packed with idiotic, logical gaps and blatantly sappy imagery designed to elicit an obligatory emotional response even though it isnít warranted. Itís just one bad moment after another until the film finally falls to pieces and flops around on the floor like a bucket of suffocating fish on the floor of the theater.

The only conclusion to draw from this is that Sandra Bullock simply no longer cares about acting. Itís not only that sheís picked another bad film to be in, sheís also terrible in it. She may have no control over how much the script sucks once she signs on, but she could do something other than look like a Labrador retriever whose just lost his favorite ball while she follows it. No Sandra, I think youíre running out of excuses. Either retire to Austin and smoke pot with Matthew McConaughey or make movies. Pick one, your fans are suffering.

If thereís a bright spot in the film itís Julian McMahon who, given absolutely nothing to work with, delivers a marginally believable performance as a working father with an uncertain future. Or at least itís uncertain to us, if not to him. The film also perhaps deserves a little credit for the way it decides to end. The actual execution of the finale is laughable but theyíve chosen to avoid the Hollywood clichť wrap up for it, so even though they botch it, well at least they tried.

Iím grasping at straws here arenít I?

Thereís just no excusing it. Premonition plays out like the half-hearted, half-formed daydream of a bored, inebriated suburban housewife sick of ironing clothes and cleaning up baby vomit. I can deal with time travel movies that donít make any sense, itís time travel after all and youíre probably better off not thinking about it. But it would be nice if Premonition at least made an effort to put together some sort of cohesive narrative. Or maybe it would help if the film had a purpose, a pointÖ anything. Somebody grab a bucket and start bailing, the plot holes are sinking this ship.

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