perhaps one of sigourney weaver worst film to date and her portrayal of a criminal psychologist with post traumatic stress disorder grind from the first scene . sigourney weaver play dr helen hudson and the brilliant criminal psychologist and somewhat reminiscent of denzel washington lincoln rhyme in the more recent and marginally superior the bone collector . she be haunt by the memory of be attack by a serial killer and have now become the new unhealthy interest of a copycat serial killer . holly hunter play m. j. monahan and a tough cop with a distinctly unexplored history . a very shallow character who do little to bring the film to life . the film seem to want to explore the two female lead and though it do so with no emotional attachment for the viewer . i sit unmoved during scene supposedly try to tug at my heart string . only hint at the content of their heart and mind and a token poorly execute sub plot do little to open any of these door . a boring and predictable and unimaginative plot marry to over the top incidental music eventually lead to an equally uninspired climax . i saw the film through to the end and my horror be that i waste 123 minute of my life . if you have the opportunity to see this film and do not .