29 November 2019 | a_baron
I Know Where Lizzie Is
This is a slightly unusual film in that it has two lead femmes fatales, a reluctant bad guy who is married to one of them, and the usual weak script we have come to expect from American TV and lower budget cinema. A feisty teenager is kidnapped, and who is going to locate her? A fast rising local psychic, a woman who we soon find out is 100% flim-flam, as are all psychics. Ask James Randi.
That being said, she manages to convince the detective on the case, having researched his background including his late wife's passion for music. Again, this is something psychics have been known to do, usually with a lot less subtlety. What is the purpose of the kidnapping? Money and fame, not necessarily in that order, but it gets complicated when femme fatale number two breaks the news that this is a kidnapping with a pay off but no delivery of the goods.
Just for good measure there is some karma thrown in. Pity the lowlife bit player journalist comes through it with flying colours, but who said life was fair?