Mimic: Sentinel

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Year:	2003
Country of origin:	USA
Director:	J.T. Petty
Genre:	Piss poor sequel
Starring:	Karl Geary, Alexis Dziena, Lance Henriksen
Rating:	1/5
IMDB link:	http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0330634/
Tagline:	Terror has been reinvented!
Favourite line:	None worth mentioning

Third in the Mimic series of movies, and the last to date.

The plot:
Marvin is a bit of a loner, but with good reason. Having survived the Stickler’s disease associated with the Judas breed of giant, human mimicking cockroaches, he is confined to his bedroom, which is encased in plastic to shield him from outside pollutants. To occupy himself, Marvin has a camera which he uses to study the people in the neighbourhood, particular interest paid to pretty neighbour Carmen and local oddball Garbageman (cult movie favourite Lance Henriksen).
One day, whilst spying, Marvin sees something unusual, and begins to suspect that the Judas breed of cockroaches may be back, seeking fresh blood….

Second sequel to a fairly average original, this was always going to be a big ask.
With a runtime of less than an hour and a quarter, boredom shouldn’t really be a factor but, forty minutes in, nothing has happened, and the tedium begins.
Factor in the clear parallels to Rear Window, and you’ve got problems.
To have the sheer audacity to try to clone a movie regarded by many as Hitchcock’s finest smacks of either arrogance or stupidity and, truthfully, upon viewing, I suspect it was the former. I think director Petty considered this some form of meta-project, picking at the seams, exposing the guts of horror, and what horror is all about, when in reality all he was actually doing was crafting a sappingly dull all-but horror-less horror film.
The cockroaches put in an appearance in the last quarter of an hour but, honest, by then you’ve kind of given up hope. Thank all the Christ’s I was playing InFAMOUS at the same time as ‘watching’ this, else I may very well have jabbed something sharp and pointy into one of my eyeballs to spare me the monotony.
Seriously, avoid.