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Far from Home

Ah the curse of insomnia compels me to watch yet another crappy late night movie on the goggle-box. Horny teen Drew Barrymore and her dishevelled looking dad, run out of gas in the Nevada desert and wind up stuck in a godforsaken town / trailer-park. According to the sign the population is 132, every one of them a stereotype. As luck would have it father and daughter have arrived just in time for a spate of murders. However, any interest that might arise from these slayings is soon curtailed by the fact that you can guess who the killer is almost straightaway. Meantime, dad keeps searching for someone / anyone with gas to sell, while Drew attracts the attentions of the local bad boy by wandering around in her swimsuit. And for a fourteen year old she certainly fills out a bikini top disturbingly well. Of course it all ends as it began - predictably. But at least I managed to get some sleep afterwards.

SPOILER WARNING!!!! Well I liked this movie but it was odd on the other hand. Drew Barrymore was almost raped and it was shady. Matt Frewer and Drew come in this shady trailer park and she cannot get out. Sounds like your average thriller right? Think again. It was an excellent and by far the best thriller ever not just the cast but the director as well. The director had to think this out right to get it perfect and he did. It was perfect. It was a cross from Halloween scary to Land of the Dead scary. Many people say it was good for the 80's I must agree. So YEAH it is a ten cause cast plot and director perfect thriller and good renter if you're board.

when i rented this film it was just because i am fourteen and i wanted to see a movie dedicated to someone my age. i love drew barrymore and andras jones so this was a special treat. drew barrymore was the perfect example of a teenage girl and what she thinks of her father. andras jones was chilling as a beaten teenage boy with a chilling obsession. i would really recommend this movie to anyone that wants to have something to do that is worth their time.

1st watched 1/20/1996 - 2 out of 10(Dir- Meiert Avis): Dumb and not very well put together or acted. Barrymore trying to be a b-movie queen for the younger audience doesn't happen.

Made when Drew Barrymore was still in the sexy teen stage of her career (though some might say she still is), Miss B and her father stop off in a small town, and Drew's charms catch the eye of a warped teen who proceeds to bump off all the obstacles in the path to make her his own... Creepy stuff, which though not classic by any means does manage to keep you entertained, and the death of one character in an exploding car, though suffering from a major plot flaw (it's been established earlier that said car has a defective door handle, which traps her inside the car... apparently the concept of getting out through the OTHER door didn't occur to her), is truly frightening. Not the highpoint of Drew's career, but better than the likes of "Poison Ivy" and "The Amy Fisher Story."

"Far from Home" is a stupid mystery thriller starring Drew Barrymore as a sexy teenager who's stranded, along with her father, in a trailer park being stalked by an unknown killer. A good cast wastes their considerable talents in this mess which didn't involve me from start to finish. It's neither scary or thrilling. It is interesting to watch Barrymore in her first grownup role, but she should have selected a better script than this. * (out of four)

5 stars. . . . all for beautiful and talented Susan Tyrrell whose perfect and funny portrayal of a trailer trash mom steals the show. Even Drew Barrymore's little bikini scene doesn't save this light scare-fest from expected oblivion, but the film is redeemed whenever Susan is on-screen, especially during the scenes that involve the 'loving' home-life she provides for her two rotten kids. Richard Masur is cool as an ascetic desert rat, but a wet mop would have fared better than Matt Frewer (of 'Max Headroom' notoriety) as Drew's goofy father. Contemporary B-film which doesn't quite deliver the thrills, but stands as one to check out just to see Susan Tyrrell call her daughter to the evening meal by yelling "Dinnertime!" right into her ear at close range. . . . fish sticks, anyone?