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Mark my words: Mindhunters will do for psycho-thrillers what Showgirls did for stripper movies.
Ebert & Roeper:
It was supposed to open in the spring of 2003, but they kept pushing back the release date. They should have kept pushing.
Primarily, the film is an exercise in stupidity. You don't have to be an Einstein for it to insult your intelligence.
The movie can't even have campy fun with the foolishness in Wayne Kramer and Kevin Brodbin's script.
Los Angeles Times:
A thudding dud, crammed with clunky dialogue, bad acting and gruesome but unpersuasive gore. Mindhunters will pass muster with only the most undemanding horror fans.
Mindhunters has the dumbest whodunit thriller plot and the least plausible moves of any film I can think of.
You'd think these agents' training would kick in, that they'd analyze the situation, deduce who is behind the killings and put a plan in place to stop it. You'd be wrong. They panic like ants after their hill has been stepped on.
On the way to its finale, there's plenty of mayhem to keep you guessing.
A tiring exercise in time-biding sadism (versus wit or suspense), inflated with shock editing, noisy effects and an angry score, like a thriller with road rage.
Manages to be expertly ghoulish and exceptionally dumb at the same time. Even your goosebumps will feel a bit stupid before the end.
In a way, the movie title refers not only to the characters, but also the audience. Enduring this harrowingly derivative tale, viewers will wonder where the filmmakers' minds were.
New York Daily News:
The murderer may not be obvious because the script breaks every law of probability, and 'ridiculous' is too mild a word to apply to the deaths.
New York Times:
Mindhunters is a quintessential Renny Harlin film: a big, dumb, loud action movie.
[Miller's accent] isn't Sir Michael Caine in Hurry Sundown bad -- still the worst Southern accent ever attempted by a future Oscar winner and knight. But it's awful enough to call attention to itself in the middle of a movie smothered in awfulness.
It's not hard to see why this movie lingered on Dimension's shelves for long.
The mystery, when it is solved, is both arbitrary and explained at great length. The killer gives a speech justifying his actions, which is scant comfort for those already dead.
Minneapolis Star Tribune:
Profilers are supposed to outsmart their foes. But the only brains in evidence are the ones oozing out of head wounds.
Globe and Mail:
There is something inherently mindless and preposterously silly about the whole exercise.
The illogic of the situation is so extreme that the final confrontation plays like an afterthought.
In an era of wall-to-wall CSI, Mindhunters' ghoulish forensic hubbub not only feels tiring but hopelessly redundant.
Evidently, these young FBI geniuses were just on a collective undercover assignment to infiltrate the Melrose Avenue club scene, because their disguise consists of half-grown (or half-ungrown) beards, shaggy hair, [and] insouciant wisecracking attitudes.