Sadly, the 100 Feet in the title does not refer to mysterious severed limbs washing up on the shores of British Columbia. No, it’s the distance Famke Janssen’s character Marnie can amble from her home before her ankle alarm goes off. See, a few years ago Marnie put an end to her husband’s abuse by putting an end to him. Unfortunately for her, he was not only Michael Paré, but he was also a cop and so the wheels of justice sorta rolled back over her.
Marnie did some time in prison and now is back in her and her late husband’s home to serve out the rest of her sentence under house imprisonment. But it turns out her late husband's ghost hasn’t moved on either. (You think it's easy to kill Michael Paré? Did you even see Eddie and the Cruisers?) For whatever reasons— undying love of his home’s wood moldings? a lack of donuts in Cop Hell?—his (mean)spirit is hanging around threatening her. So now, unable to leave the house, Marnie’s in the annoyingly redundant position of having to kill him again.
Famke Janssen is one of those utilitarian actresses whose strong physical presence sometimes makes her seem a better actress than she really is. She’s still a tall, striking beauty with an intense stare, and she’s always held up her end of the bargain just fine when she’s in support or an ensemble, as in the X-Men films. But putting her front and center to carry a film in which she’s in every scene is asking a bit too much. You can only look sternly exasperated and resolutely panicked so much before it wears thin. Janssen is decent in 100 Feet, but not good enough to make up for the lack of anything else going on around her in the movie.
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