Trespass

Diabolical even by the standards of Joel Schumacher, this home-invasion thriller went from US cinemas to DVD release in a zippy 18 days, though its true place in the world is the nether regions of late-night TV. Essentially a low-rent B-flick with A-grade ‘talent’ and budget, it follows the fun and frolics when the lair of diamond dealer Nic Cage and bored spouse Nicole Kidman is breached by armed thugs. As a scenario unfolds which starts by stretching credibility before morphing into full-on WTF-mode, Cage gets to shout a lot (like, a lot!), villainous Ben Mendelssohn acts rings round the clunky script and Schumacher cranks the fast-cuts and thumping music cues up to 11. Kidman’s thankless presence is as mysterious as the film’s belief that we’re going to buy its  dumb-ass twists, though as terrible movies go, it’s not unentertaining – once you surrender to its trashmeister idiocy.