Law & Order repeats were playing back-to-back on the other channel and what a far superior viewing experience those police procedurals would have been compared to this heavy-handed claptrap also about a police investigation but one headed by a psychic (Anthony Hopkins) whose heavy metal film-clip visions, in ponderous slow motion, of coffee cups breaking and of eyes bleeding and of drips breaking the surface of some water, help serial killer investigators by telling them minutes in advance of their own human senses which bin to search at a crime scene, what the name of a news kiosk in a train station is, which of five taxis to follow in a traffic jam, and what kind of tattoo a bystander has at yet another of this film's dreary candelabra-decorated, rose-petal-strewn murder scenes.
★☆☆☆☆
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