When Night Watch made it to U.S. multiplexes (with a promise of Day Watch and Dusk Watch firmly made), I didn't expect the (very weird) movie to kick-start an outpouring of Russian genre flicks. And since I'm one of the horror geeks who didn't much care for Night Watch, I wasn't exactly elated at the prospect of more. Well, Day Watch hits theaters later this year, and now comes a J-horror-inspired snoozer called Dead Daughters. which presents perhaps fifteen interesting minutes that have been scattered across an oppressive 119-minute frame.
Truth be told, Dead Daughters has maybe enough plot to cover a half-decent episode of Masters of Horror, but the flick just ambles, rambles and wanders its way through an endless litany of pointless conversations and painfully uneventful digressions, which means that whatever potentially compelling concepts it may contain are lost amidst the tedium. It also doesn't help that director Pavel Ruminov is absolutely and single-mindedly intent on shooting every single scene -- be it conversational, exposition-laden, or scary-style -- with his camera slowly panning from left to right, up and down, sometimes with the camera lens focused firmly on ... nothing. As characters talk we get quivery panoramas of their locations, the camera forever shivering as if the cinematographer was really drunk, really inexperienced, or really pretentious.