LAST SEEN IN IDAHO Review: Psychic Visions, the Pacific Northwest Mafia, and a Whole Lotta Crap

A cigarette fizzles away as a middle aged blond man sucks down every last atom of tobacco he can get from it. There’s no pleasure in it, just pure efficiency in how he inhales. In fact, there’s nothing behind his Aryan eyes besides violent, steely determination and a complete disregard for the rules—he’s smoking mere inches away from a “no smoking” sign—and that’s before he calmly removes a silenced pistol and assassinates a mayoral candidate for mysterious reasons. This mostly wordless sequence is corny, but assassins are inherently interesting and kinda cool, so you go with it. This is how Last Seen In Idaho starts, and it is the last time the movie contains anything resembling suspense or entertainment.

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This is the type of movie that scares studios away from financing projects written and directed by actors. Both director Eric Colley and screenwriter Hallie Shepherd are actors by trade, and they both star in this picture, with Shepherd taking the lead role. There’s honor in breaking out of your lane to prove the doubters wrong, but first you need the chops to succeed—and based on this film, neither Colley nor Shepherd do. Shepherd’s script, about her amnesiac auto repair shop receptionist character becoming entangled in the criminal underworld of Tacoma, Washington, while experiencing supernatural visions of possible futures, is a confused mess of half-baked genre mashup and character relationships that exist solely because the plot says they have to. Like its assassin character’s smoking habit, the movie plods along emotionlessly, warming the audience’s lungs with cheap malevolence.

Colley’s direction muddies the film far more than the efficient-if-boring script. Every image takes on the washed out flatness of a CBS crime procedural. But it’s duller and full of the oppressive blue hues and overly foggy whites you get on the worst episodes of Cold Case. There are clearly fake “on location” scenes shot in front of blurry green screens, including a rooftop conversation that would be right at home on the cutting room floor of The Room. You’d be shocked to see that there’s a production designer credited (Peter Spawn) because every set looks like a model home. Every wall is painted beige or gray and there are no picture frames or posters hanging anywhere. You begin to believe that these characters have no interests. They live in a vacuum, slaves to a story nobody needs to hear.

These characters go about their lives like aliens visiting from another planet, unable to fully embody humanity. They all have TV cheerleader or jock names like Summer (Shepherd), Brock (the assassin played by Starship Troopers veteran Casper Van Dien), Franco (Wes Ramsey), and Lance (Shawn Christian), and not a single performance works. The villains posture unconvincingly, grumbling cheap tough-guy lines with all the conviction of a high school play’s least engaged cast member. The heroes are heroes because we spend the most screen time with them. Behind their bored eyes, you can see the wheels spinning as if to say, “Is it my turn to speak yet?” And when it is their turn to speak, they deliver lines in a passionless drone or a “menacing” growl out of proportion to the emotion of the scene. It’s like everyone in the cast is out to prove the “all acting is reacting” saying wrong—they fail, in case that wasn’t clear.

It doesn’t have to be this way. There is a nugget of a good idea at the center of Last Seen In Idaho. Summer is injured in a car accident when she flees the Tacoma mafia—which is apparently a thing—after she witnesses a grisly murder. Her memory of the incident is gone thanks to a hell of a bump on the head, but the bad guys keep tabs on her to ensure that she can’t implicate them. There’s a lot of tension baked into that premise, but layer upon layer of crap is heaped upon it, like Summer’s amnesia-triggered psychic visions. There’s nothing wrong with the supernatural element on its face, but it’s a “get out of jail free” card for the protagonist and the script. Summer’s powers only happen at times when she’s written into a corner and she needs a magical escape. Summer sees her own death multiple times but is able to rewrite her fate by making different decisions when given a second chance. Despite Summer telling another character that her visions are “warnings,” they’re really just a way for the movie to levy violence against its primary characters without having to deal with the consequences of such storytelling decisions.

In doing that, Last Seen In Idaho becomes, essentially, Just Kidding: The Movie. This character died—just kidding! The big bad is revealed—just kidding! Actually, this guy is the big bad—just kidding! We’re building to something more than two hours of empty cinematic calories—just kidding!

Director: Eric Colley
Writer: Hallie Shepherd
Starring: Hallie Shepherd, Casper Van Dien, Wes Ramsey, Shawn Christian
Available April 24 on VOD

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