Review of Fateful Findings (2013) by Byron B — 05 Dec 2013

Many of the same things I said about Tommy Wiseau's The Room could be said about this awful film. I saw a free preview (it may become a new midnight cult hit here in Cleveland), so everyone was having a good time laughing at how unbelievably bad it was, but audience participation games haven't been developed yet.

We and people from the couple other cities where this has shown are in the process of coming up with things to yell and throw at the screen. It is difficult to list all the things that are wrong with this movie, but because I was laughing so hard and the atmosphere at the theater wasn't so mean spirited I thought the experience was more fun than The Room! This rich guy Neil Breen wrote, directed, produced, edited, prepared the music, and starred as Dylan/Dillon (?) in Fateful Findings, a supernatural thriller with lots of focus on shoes, throwing of books, women not allowed to wear bras, and repetitive shots and dialogue.

Or is it a magical romance with dark subplots exploring marriages falling apart. This is his third film. Mr. Breen must have invented this plot after hearing about Julian Assange, the founder of WikiLeaks, and he has cobbled together a sexist, ridiculously macabre, libertarian anarchist plot.

Mr. Breen must also see himself as some kind of Bruce Wayne. Since he has millions of dollars, he thinks he can do anything he wants including making-out with scantily dressed younger women and putting his non-actor friends in this haphazardly constructed movie.

The soundtrack obviously drops out and cuts back in with a hiss in an attempt to cover up audio mistakes. I'd venture to guess that everything was filmed in and around Mr. Breen's Las Vegas mansion, since a scene in an ER has carpeted floors, one psychiatrist character works in a conference room, while the other psychiatrist only has two folding chairs.

In all the scenes in Dylan/Dillon's office none of the laptops are turned on. There is so much inappropriate bloodshed. There are unexplained ghostly figures. And it becomes a joke how many things are spilled and thrown to express nonsensical dramatic tension in this blunder of filmmaking.