Eye Candy #517 - "My Soul to Take"

My Soul To Take:  An unsatisfying horror entry both written and directed by Wes Craven, this film is a jumbled mess from the first shot.  16 years ago, the town of Riverton, Connecticut was plagued by a serial killer, The Ripper, who is a man with dissociative identity disorder.  He has seven distinct identities inhabiting one body, one of which is murderous.   After the police capture him, he escapes in dramatic fashion.  At the same moment, seven children are born simultaneously, each rumored to contain one of the Ripper’s seven “souls”, with the expectation that one of them is the murderous one.  The children grow up to be various Hollywood teen stereotypes, including Token Asian, and Amusing Minority with Disability, and on their sixteenth birthday, The Ripper returns to Riverton, knocking them off one-by-one in gory fashion.  It’s up to “Bug”, one of the seven and the son of the original Ripper, to find out what’s going on and save the day…unless of course he’s the killer.  Convoluted, chock full of unsympathetic, undeveloped characters, it commits the double crime of being boring and implausible, with a lame ending that doesn’t really resolve anything.  Wes Craven has directed some of my favorite movies, like “Scream” and “Scream 2”, but this one was nothing but disappointing.  Woodchuck sez, “Skip it.”