It’s Beth, who wakes up totally nude in a bathtub full of ice and a fresh, vertical scar down her baby area, from which her unborn child so rudely has been plucked. Despite being reminiscent of so many other thrillers, these 30 minutes comprise the best of “The Clinic.”
But that’s where debuting writer/director James Rabbitts’ film stops working.
Beth finds herself prisoner at the title site (at least it’s a classy joint, as everything is labeled with Roman numerals) along with several other women who also have gone through forced deliveries. Beth has a chance to escape, but “Not Without My Daughter.”
So begins “The Hunger Games,” as re-imagined by Jigsaw: a scavenger hunt for a most twisted object. There’s loads of potential there, but Rabbitts muddies it up with a needless subplot about our heroine having dreamt all of this beforehand. Is the supernatural at work, or is it just a case of a creative who hasn’t yet found his storytelling footing? The latter.
I can’t recommend watching it, and that goes double — perhaps off the charts — for expectant mothers and new moms experiencing postpartum depression. —Rod Lott