Mindhunters

It’s no wonder director Renny Harlin’s serial-killer thriller was shelved for more than two years. In the by-the-book script, seven wannabe FBI profilers are sent to a remote island for a training simulation that unsurprisingly becomes the real McCoy faster than you can say Ted Bundy. One by predictable one, each undeveloped character falls victim to the implausible death traps with laughable and unconvincing special effects. Before their own inevitable slaughter, the remaining characters relentlessly suspect one another to the point of absolute boredom. But you do get to see Christian Slater’s naked butt. You decide if that’s worth 105 minutes and the price of admission.