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Friday, September 16, 2005 - Page updated at 12:00 AM

Movie Review

Boo, hiss: "Venom" is toothless

Special to The Seattle Times

As if Louisiana didn't have enough problems already, the hurricane-ravaged state must now provide backwater locations for "Venom," a flagrant waste of celluloid unworthy of theatrical release.

"Backwater" was the working title of this miserably unhorrific horror flick (a late summer discard from the Miramax/Dimension Films housecleaning), and it's also the name of the bayou town near Baton Rouge where a bunch of photogenic teenagers hang out and taunt Ray, the scary-looking proprietor of Happy Time Towing, who looks like he rarely bathes and drives the kind of menacing truck you only find in horror films.

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"Venom," with Agnes Bruckner, Jonathan Jackson, Rick Cramer, D.J. Cotrona and Method Man. Directed by Jim Gillespie, from a screenplay by Brandon Boyce, Flint Dille and John Zuur Platten. 85 minutes. Rated R, for language and gory violence. Several theaters.

Ray's a wretch with a bad reputation, and life only gets worse when he gets involved in a traffic accident on a bridge, where he opens a suitcase full of serpents gathered up by a voodoo priestess who's just died in the accident. According to the priestess's daughter, the snakes contain the evil souls of their bite victims, harvested in a voodoo ritual. And now Ray, presumed dead from multiple snake bites and drowning, is chock-full of evil and eager to kill.

"Venom," on the other hand, is chock-full of absolutely nothing worthwhile. Its nondescript cast delivers nondescript dialogue en route to nondescript deaths (the undead Ray, now looking like a rotting cousin of Swamp Thing, appears to prefer tire irons as his weapon of choice), and director Jim Gillespie ("I Know What You Did Last Summer") films it all without a shred of inspiration.

"Scream" writer Kevin Williamson serves as producer here, which suggests that a little humor might have been injected through this movie's pointless fangs. No such luck. Even the title is lame, but it does convey the movie's overall effect: numbing and toxic.

Jeff Shannon: j.sh@verizon.net

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