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Posted on: Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Flat 'Pulse' deadens too-familiar story

By Roger Moore
Orlando (Fla.) Sentinel

When her computer hacker boyfriend accidentally channels a mysterious wireless signal, Mattie Webber (Kristen Bell) and her friends rally to stop a terrifying evil from taking over the world in the latest thriller adapted from a Japanese horror film, "Pulse."

MARK PLUMMER | The Weinstein Co. via Associated Press

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'PULSE'

PG-13, for intense sci-fi terror, disturbing images, crude language, sexuality and adult themes

88 minutes

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Hollywood is so enamored of all things J-horror — Japanese horror movies — that it's burned through American remakes of "The Ring" and "The Grudge," and is now scraping the bottom of the sake cup. "Pulse" is the remake of a 2001 J-horror film that was derivative and pokey even before Hollywood got its hands on it.

Horror maven Wes "Scream" Craven was brought in to adapt the script. The minute he figured out that the Japanese title of the film, "Kairo," might well translate into "Watching my wet kimono dry in the morning sun," he knew he was in trouble. So what he did to jolt some life into this tale of college kids who have the life sucked out of them after stumbling into a computer program, was turn it into a "Night of the Internet Dead."

It doesn't work.

Kristen Bell of TV's "Veronica Mars" brings nothing but a face suitable for extreme close-ups to Mattie, the girl whose boyfriend's wandering through MySpace has gotten him sucked into cyberspace. He's opened the wrong virus file and unleashes the dead, who apparently have been dying to send instant messages.

Christina Milian ("Be Cool") is Mattie's hip black pal — i.e., a potential second-act victim.

And Ian Somerhalder ("Lost") is the smoldering tech whiz who may put the electronic puzzle together.

Craven cooks up scenes to show the text-message generation blitzing each other with input in bars, or late at night when they're supposed to be doing homework. He opens the film in a place that must hold special terror for the personally digitally assisted — a library. That's the cleverest and sneakiest stuff in this, a commentary on a generation so wired it is vulnerable to anything anybody chooses to upload.

Craven didn't direct, and the modern master of suspense's touch is clearly felt in the lack of urgency in the proceedings. (TV commercial alumnus Jim Sonzero was behind the camera, asleep, until the effects team showed up, I am guessing.)

The effects, with death attacking through spectral digital ghosts ("White Noise"), are top- drawer. But the only difference between this and "Stay Alive" is that it's about a virus, not a game, the only difference between this and "The Ring" is that it's a virus, not a videotape.

"Over familiar" is not a synonym for "spooky."

And the acting is so flat that when veteran weirdo Brad Dourif ("Lord of the Rings") shows up and chews up the scenery in a diner with predictions of Armageddon, it's both the laugh it was intended to be, and the first time "Pulse" has shown a pulse.