Man….I wish I had taken my hiatus before a movie that wasn’t….this.
Because this movie is….dumb.
Bad Karma is a dumb stupid dumb movie made in 2002, which was a dumb stupid dumb year, by the way. The early 2000s were not a great time for horror films. And Netflix has pretty much ALL OF THEM. (Thanks, Netflix. Well done. I assume they had excellent bulk pricing.)
But not only do we get to enjoy all the fashion and music and terrible acting of ye olde 2002, we also get flashbacks to 1888 London because guess what, this movie is about JACK THE RIPPER GET OUT YOUR TOP HATS AND CAPES, KIDS. Did you know that 1888 London was super clean and shiny? Because it super was! It was the one time in history completely devoid of any kind of smog or pollution, especially in the impoverished areas of the east end of London. Props to the production team for finally getting the pristine beauty of the post-industrial revolution British slums exactly right.
I should back up and explain what this stupid and dumb thing is about, because of course it’s not JUST a Jack the Ripper story. That would be too easy. No no, this is about a crazy and, of course, very sexy lady (spoiler alert: BOOBS) in 2002 who is convinced that her therapist is the reincarnation of Jack the Ripper and that she is the reincarnation of his prostitute-murdering sidekick (spoiler alert: TITTIES). All she has to do is convince him to dump his wife and kid and get the sexy serial killing gang back together, and how does she do that? SPOILER ALERT: BOOB TITTIES.
I’ll say this about Bad Karma, it….is….not good. That’s all I got. It’s just bad and not good. The best part about it is that it’s only an hour and a half long, so you can get back to happier times of not watching Bad Karma relatively quickly. It’s plagued by everything bad about the early 2000s AND everything bad about a cheaply done and poorly researched period piece all in one. It’s also poorly written, acted, and produced, not that that should come as a surprise at this point in the review. I mean…..it did have titties though. So….that’s something (spoiler alert: something).
It ALSO has Patrick Muldoon, in it, who has a name I recognised but a face that left me with “hey, it’s that generically attractive white guy, he’s been in stuff” so I had to IMDB what the hell he was in. So boy howdy, I guess if you’re a fan of Melrose Place or Days of Our Lives, you’ll probably like this? I can only assume it’s the same production team – it didn’t not look like a soap opera. But what else has our leading man been in, you may ask? Well, if you didn’t see 2004’s Hallmark Channel original, A Boyfriend For Christmas, or even Lifetime’s All About Christmas Eve, or supposing you didn’t even catch his actual not-just-for-tv movie The Dog Who Saved Easter (this guy must just LOVE holidays!) perhaps you would recognise him from the same place I did: MOTHERFUCKING ICE SPIDERS.
Now I can’t talk too much about Ice Spiders right now because I am gonna talk about it SO HARD when I make it to the letter I, but suffice to say, it’s everything you expect from a film named Ice Spiders and I, personally, am very proud of Patrick Muldoon for bouncing back from Bad Karma to go on to star in Ice Spiders five years later.
I give this……TWO HORRORS.
One for the dumb bad stupid movie, and one for Patrick Muldoon of Ice Spiders.