Conclusion: The Roommate is a subpar thriller that gets worse as it progresses and hits rock-bottom at its nonsensical ending. There are really just two reasons to consider seeing this: adoration for any or all of the young lead actors or a soft spot for PG-13 horror, that commercially viable and often critically unloved creature that maintains a regular presence on Hollywood's calendars. Even such predispositions aren't likely to mine much enjoyment from this uninspired dud.
Excerpt: Äæåê Ðè÷åð HD Credit to Leighton Meester for making The Roommate tolerable. She’s the saving grace of this kind of/sort of/not official remake of Single White Female , a rapidly evolving psycho who becomes a wee too attached to her new college roommate. She hides in shadows, picks through things, eliminates people from her new “friend’s” life, and then kills people. You know, like all college roommates. Why does The Roommate exist you ask? The formula sells.
Conclusion: The best part of this movie was Leighton Meester nailing the creepy and underhanded facets of her character. Believe me, you want this bitch to fall off a cliff about a half hour into the film. That aside, the movie left me wanting more about halfway through and that sentiment stuck by the time the credits rolled.
Conclusion: 'The Roommate' is laughably bad, and is only bolstered by the fact that its cast is easy on the eyes. Too bad their acting is subpar. This is as generic as movies come. It's not recommended for anyone. The video and audio are decent, but just as generic as the film itself. This is one to avoid.
Excerpt: The Film Hollywood has been in overdrive in the last couple of years on remakes. It is enough to make you think that they're somehow out of ideas in the dream factory. But whoever came up with the idea to essentially remake Single White Female , set it in a dorm in California and call it The Roommate deserves a bigger office. This isn't to say that the film is good. It isn't. This isn't to say that there are new twists and turns. There aren't.
Conclusion: The Roommate is the very definition of "been there, done that." A serviceably bland movie that's all style -- and there's not even much style at that -- and no substance, Director Christian E. Christiansen's film seemed doomed before it even got off the ground. A movie is generally nothing without a smart, well-constructed, and in some way meaningful story; all the good-looking people and smooth direction in the world can't save one without the essentials.
Excerpt: Stupid, slow-developing and completely unaware of its place, The Roommate plots itself like a B-movie, then presents itself like a real attempt at cinema. It’s a storytelling nightmare. You know the dude that you hang out with now and again that gets too drunk, says outrageous things and stays until every one else has left? This movie is that dude. It could be a lot of fun.
Excerpt: It all starts with pancakes—fluffy, delicious pancakes. Parked at a diner booth after a night of partying, Minka Kelly, a freshman at the University Of Los Angeles—one of the most prestigious fake schools in the state—orders a stack. Her new roommate, Leighton Meester, decides on the fly that she would also like pancakes.