Fueling the Fire Movie Review
Fueling the Fire is a Joke; Don’t Bother Wasting Your Money
Watch the movie once, twice, then a third time, and realize how disgraceful the movie is. Fueling the Fire, directed by Tanja Mairitsch, is like a bundle of boringness and sleeping pills, wrapped in a blanket. Released in 2002, this twenty two minute film has won three film festival awards. An appropriate rating to give this PG 13 movie would be a three out of ten.
Not only is the movie tiring because of its lack of interest, but it should get the worst movie of the century award. Why would anyone even think of releasing this movie? How could any studio be so out of touch?
At a gas station late at night, the fate of four strangers connects when they all become a witness to a crime. Lies will be told because of the prejudice filled world they are in, and lessons will be learned. Besides some of its moral and lessons, the whole movie is a bore, like watching hair grow all day; with its unconvincing acting, and its low budget movie set.
Amy Moon portrays the pregnant mother driving the station wagon with her two little children, Alec Tokar and Rachael Rogers. She stops at a gas station where, coincidentally, she witnesses three men, Stephen Held, Jeff Whitikar, and Marcus Fields involved in a robbery and murder, just as she unconvincingly drops the gas top. Instead of calling the police like any traditional person would, she acts deranged by staying outside of her car, then runs inside to the car, all while about seven months pregnant. Understanding that this is a low budget movie, they should’ve at least bought a decent baby bump, instead of the lumpy ball they stuffed under her shirt. Her acting was terrible and the audience will barely be able to hear her throughout the whole movie.
The film then shows from other witnesses’ point of view, Darrow Igus and Jessie Mae Holmes how they see the crime and how such a strong opinion can change the way people see things in life.
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Watch the movie once, twice, then a third time, and realize how disgraceful the movie is. Fueling the Fire, directed by Tanja Mairitsch, is like a bundle of boringness and sleeping pills, wrapped in a blanket. Released in 2002, this twenty two minute film has won three film festival awards. An appropriate rating to give this PG 13 movie would be a three out of ten.
Not only is the movie tiring because of its lack of interest, but it should get the worst movie of the century award. Why would anyone even think of releasing this movie? How could any studio be so out of touch?
At a gas station late at night, the fate of four strangers connects when they all become a witness to a crime. Lies will be told because of the prejudice filled world they are in, and lessons will be learned. Besides some of its moral and lessons, the whole movie is a bore, like watching hair grow all day; with its unconvincing acting, and its low budget movie set.
Amy Moon portrays the pregnant mother driving the station wagon with her two little children, Alec Tokar and Rachael Rogers. She stops at a gas station where, coincidentally, she witnesses three men, Stephen Held, Jeff Whitikar, and Marcus Fields involved in a robbery and murder, just as she unconvincingly drops the gas top. Instead of calling the police like any traditional person would, she acts deranged by staying outside of her car, then runs inside to the car, all while about seven months pregnant. Understanding that this is a low budget movie, they should’ve at least bought a decent baby bump, instead of the lumpy ball they stuffed under her shirt. Her acting was terrible and the audience will barely be able to hear her throughout the whole movie.
The film then shows from other witnesses’ point of view, Darrow Igus and Jessie Mae Holmes how they see the crime and how such a strong opinion can change the way people see things in life.
The film was adapted to show