A disappointing thriller from Brian de Palma. Kirk Douglas gives a thoroughly unlikable performance as a member of a secret government agency who must rebel against his masters when they attempt to kill him and kidnap his telekinetically-gifted son for all sorts of dastardly experiments. Infiltrating a seemingly benign institute for youngsters with very special gifts, Douglas convinces the pretty gifted Amy Irving to help him track down his son. Meanwhile, the son lives up to his cinematic genetic heritage by being thoroughly unlikable himself. Okay, so he is being controlled and seduced by the sexy evil lady leading the experiments being performed on him, but still, no sympathy from me that's for sure. Amy and Kirk brake into the evil compound/manor at roughly the same time as the curly-haired golden boy telekinetically bleeds, drains and spins his teacher/lover to death. Kirk, realising his son is a dangerous, insane asshole lets him fall from the rooftop before throwing himself off. Amy saves the day (I guess???) by exploding the comic-book 'big bad' (complete with 'dead' arm and accompanying black sling and glove. creepy.). ha.
The movie's one remarkable scene takes place during the blue-eyed boy's little excursion to an indoor amusement park. Spotting a gaggle of middle eastern sheik-types ("those bastards killed my dada!" - see: earlier meaningless plot detail), our little psychic hothead uses his powers to send one of the spinning rides out of control, using it as a weapon to smoosh the dirty arabs to death. Ludicrous and therefore fun.
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