Spontaneous Combustion 2002 Horror Movie Review

I remembered seeing this when I was younger and really freaking out over the carousel scene where the parents are in the bed all hot for each other. I mean, really HOT. Flaming hot in fact. That scared the (blank) out of me!


Now that I am no longer a wee lad, but am a bit older and wiser, I watched this movie with great interest. One word: “Huh?” This is the freakiest movie ever. And I don’t mean that in a good way. It is Dumb with a capital D. Brad Dourif is weird, man. It freaks me out to even look at the guy. And the story is really lame. A psychic radio show guy gets set on fire through the phone. Sam’s mentor turnes out to be an EVIL MADMAN who is trying to set him up with his sister/girlfriend Lisa so that together they will breed and create the ULTIMATE SECRET GOVERNMENT WEAPON so that this crazy guy can have THE ULTIMATE POWER. Uh, sorry. You kind of lost me back there somewhere…


The ending is… uh, funky. Some bad special effects with a memorable last line: “Lisa, I can take your fire.” Then the movie just ends. What? It just stops. Like, “Okay that’s it. You can all go home now. Sorry for wasting your time.”


This movie would have had a great theme song if they had used The Doors’ “Light My Fire”. I can definitely see telling Cynthia Bain to “Come on baby light my fire.” I give this movie 2 stars instead of 1 because… well I’m not sure why really. I guess I just like to witness Brad Dourif’s flame-sprouting dementia.