Fate (2003)

Ace Cruz likes Se7en way too much, as this pale carbon copy proves. If you've seen the previous film, there's nothing at all to keep you watching this, unless you're unduly amused by the spectacle of faded stars embarassing themselves in crummy movies. Lee Majors, of all people, gives a fairly credible performance as the religious-fanatic killer, but everyone else walks around like they've got the world's worst case of agita. And if you were stuck acting out a script of rare stupidity like we have here, you'd probably have agita too. Consumer Advisory Dept.: There are zero (0) puppet people in this film. Metaphorical puppets, yes we have them. But who the fuck rents a serial-killer film for metaphors?

Grade: D