There was no way Raising Cain could miss, I thought. No possible way.
Written and directed by Brian De Palma? Starring versatile actor John Lithgow and boasting a thriller-type plot that centered on child abuse and the effects of psychological trauma? In 1992 Raising Cain was a movie I was jacked up to see.
I mean, c'mon. De Palma! The genius behind Scarface, and Body Double, two of my all-time favorite films. Not to mention Carrie, for god's sake.
I forgot, though, that he was also the mastermind behind duds like Casualties Of War, Wise Guys and Blow Out.
Raising Cain was worse.
It was 90 minutes or so of the most confusing, senseless cinematic jacknuttery I had seen to that point. And perhaps since.
So confusing, in fact, that I can't even describe the plot. All in know is, Lithgow played four characters, "Carter" "Cain" "Dr. Nix" "Josh" and "Margo."
Oh wait, that's five. See? Confusing.
I'm still haunted by it.