Go ahead, throw stones at this ‘Glass House’

Jun-Sik Kim

If you decide to see the movie, “The Glass House,” you may want to give your decision a second thought. What we’re trying to say is: “Don’t do it.”

This is one of the worst movies I’ve ever seen. This film is a ludicrous attempt at a thriller which is based on a cliché-filled story.

In the movie, misfortune greets a warm and happy family. … Gee, that’s something new, see what I mean?

Ruby Baker, played by Leelee Sobieski, is a rebellious teenager. She loses her parents in a mysterious auto accident and from there, she and her brother Rhett (played by Trevor Morgan), are informed they have inherited the family estate. All of a sudden, the two are millionaires.

The brother and sister then move in with a new family, Erin and Terry Glass (played by Diane Lane and Stellan Skarsgard).

The movie plugs onward at a snail’s pace. The events in a movie cast their shadows before they actually occur, however, there is no shadow or reason for the events that take place in this movie.

Although it could be said that the fun of seeing a suspense thriller is to dig into the mystery, what is the mystery in this movie? Everything seems to occur in what seems to be about a 10-minute span.

Eventually, Ruby becomes suspicious of her new “parents.” So, she decides to do a little snooping. With the resourceful experiences in, “The X-Files,” and, “N.Y.P.D. Blue,” director Daniel Sackheim somehow develops the story in the wrong way.

Ruby sees things she shouldn’t see and hears things she shouldn’t hear. Terry approaches her and then injects her with a syringe full of drugs to quiet her down.

The Glass home, which is perched on a Malibu beachside, is the only thing actually worth seeing in the movie. Naturally, Rhett was lured into the home by the array of video games.

Filmmakers could have spared themselves the lavish set. This movie would have been suited the same if it were filmed in a trailer park or apartment complex.

No sense giving away the final outcome or the plot of this so-called movie. But if you have a decision between a Friday night staring at the walls and going to see this movie, you want to consider counting the bricks in the wall.