I.T. is one of those thrillers that’s hard to take it due to characters acting dumb solely to steer the movie forward.
This is a spin on Fatal Attraction with a modern twist. Instead of a psycho fling, the harasser is a spurned I.T. guy upset he can’t be part of his employer’s family.
On the eve of his company set to revolutionize airline leasing, Mike Regan (Pierce Brosnan) hits a snag with his presentation. Good thing the handy I.T. guy, Ed Porter (James Frecheville), is able to get everything back on track.
Deeply appreciative of Ed bailing him out, Mike does the logical thing and invites the complete stranger over his house to upgrade his computer systems.
Dan Kay’s screenplay relies on Mike acting like an idiot and illogical conveniences. While he’s not tech savvy, to run a business, Mike would need basic common sense. Presumably that wouldn’t include giving a stranger complete access to his home’s tech system.
Kay has to awkwardly force some issues like a bathroom camera so Ed can watch Mike’s 17-year-old daughter (Stefanie Scott) masturbating in the shower.
I.T’s biggest problem is you can see everything coming the second Kay drops these foreshadowing bread crumbs. In this case it’s more boulder size spoilers. Sure enough, Mike realizes how powerful a geek with a grudge can be. Ed screws around with his wife’s (Anna Friel) medical records, humiliates his daughter and threatens to bankrupt his company.
With a brief 95 minute run-time (that feels much longer), Director John Moore has to rush through a proper build. The accelerated pace comes at the expense of logical decisions and a slower burn of Ed’s detour to Stalker Town.
That’s especially frustrating since Frecheville doesn’t play Ed with any subtlety. He’s full-on creeper mode from the first time he appears on screen. Moore needed to reel Frecheville in some as he’s comically over the top in the worst possible manner.
At least Moore has Brosnan to lean on. The script doesn’t do him any favors, but Brosnan (Die Another Day) vainly tries to drag the movie to respectability. If nothing else it was neat hearing him not hide his Irish accent for a change.
Moore gets something to work with in a middle act with Mike teaming with an expert hacker (Michael Nyqvist, John Wick) to turn the tables on Ed. But since that would make too sensible a conclusion, Mike’s helper has to bail out so Mike can battle Ed one-on-one.
The finale is groan-inducingly awful with a shattered window letting a monsoon in as Ed and Mile square off. Moore, the culprit behind Max Payne and A Good Day to Die Hard, may have been attempting some cathartic release for the audience to wash away any memory of this mess.
I.T. doesn’t even have the decency to be bad in a trashy, guilty pleasure manner. It’s just a grueling endurance test of how long the filmmakers can make a potentially interesting concept so devoid of any entertainment value.
Rating: 2 out of 10
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