Premonition (DVD, 2007, Widescreen)

"Premonition" is so terribly done, in all-fashions that I found myself apologizing to my own eyes for forcing them to view this through to end. It may be premature to talk about the "Worst of 2007", but it's a rock-solid bet that, at year's end, this will still be a very strong contender.
It also represents a new low in Sandra Bullock's career. She plays Jim's wife, Linda, who is grieved when a police officer arrives at her doorstep one morning to tell her that her husband has been killed in a car crash. The death leaves her utterly destroyed, but that's nothing compared to how she feels the next morning when she wakes up and Jim is in the house, very much alive.
This back and forth continues for several days, only with variations. One day she confronts Jim's mistress Claire (Amber Valletta), but when Claire arrives at Jim's funeral the next day, Linda swears she's never met her.
On some days, both of her young daughters are perfect; on others, her eldest daughter's face is completely cut up. One morning Linda wakes up to find a bottle of lithium in the sink. The next day she visits a psychiatrist, Dr. Roth (Peter Stormare), who prescribes that bottle of lithium.
In other words, Linda is not really having a 'Premonition' of something bad that is about to happen, the days of the week are just, literally and seriously, out of order — although only in Linda's world.
Eventually, she figures this out, and then she frantically searches for a way to save Jim's life, having foreknowledge of when, where, and how he dies. By then, though, the movie has gone so far off the rails that if the Roadrunner showed up and ran Jim off a cliff, it would be about as credible as anything else in the movie.
Not that "Premonition" is not occasionally entertaining, it's just that when it is, it's because what is happening on screen is so ludicrous that the only option available to the viewer, other than shutting it off, is to laugh. Why have the line be, "I wake up and he's dead. I wake up and he's alive," when it could easily be, "I go to sleep in a T-shirt and I wake up in a nightgown," for it is through wardrobe that director Mennan Yapo handles transitions. He tries to use Klaus Badelt's score to create tension, but since inevitably the payoff is a shot of the bland and very much alive Jim, the music just underscores the silliness of the whole affair.
And the finale finally arrives, it is beyond risible — unless screenwriter Bill Kelly really did want to make a point about why it is such a bad idea to drive while using a cell phone.
"Premonition" plays like a bad student film with production values. One wonders what Bullock and McMahon were thinking when they signed to make a movie out of a script that should have been put through a shredder. Yapo's direction is incompetent, but at least he can fall back on the excuse that he did not have a decent screenplay to work from in the first place. This is the kind of movie that does no one involved any credit. But, then, maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and I won't have actually seen it.