Zodiac

The Zodiac, is about astrologically nicknamed serial killer.


A boogeyman from their childhood growing up around San Francisco.


But the case lingers on, and another couple is attacked six months later. Letters purportedly from the Zodiac killer arrive at local newspapers, threatening a rampage of slayings and including codes that supposedly would reveal his identity. Police receive ominous phone calls from the killer, who chalks up more murders.

"The Zodiac" is a bore, crawling along at a dreary pace and presenting characters who are bland. Robin Tunney is wasted in a shallow role as Matt's wife, whose marriage is strained by her husband's obsession with the case, though the filmmakers never make you care if the family might withstand the distress.

As Matt's son, Rory Culkin meanders about in confusion and fear over the murders, getting the occasional father-knows-best pep talk from his dad.

From its feeble dialogue to its clumsy editing to its graceless problems of continuity, "The Zodiac" is an amateur production all around. Michael Suby adds a score that's such a cliche of ominous thriller orchestrations, it might as well be the music for the next "Scary Movie" installment.