Review of Postmortem

James McGregor (Charles Sheen) is a former San Francisco cop who is now a celebrity serial killer profiler. He goes to Scotland to discover his Scottish roots and also to try to get away from his demons, which seem to be alcoholism and...well...alcoholism. When a serial killer begins killing the women of Glasgow, at first McGregor is a suspect but then he begins working with the authorities to try to apprehend the evildoer before he strikes again. Will Charles use all his serial killer knowledge to prevent another killing? Albert Pyun once again proves - as if further proof was needed - that he's a talentless human being with this dour drama that struggles to hold the viewers' interest. Sure, it might be a mild improvement on earlier Pyun disasters, but that's not saying much. The fact that it's a Charles outing should be another red flag. Of course, once we see him smoking, drinking and acting crazy, we thought Postmortem might be a documentary about Sheen's life, but that turned out to be a false alarm.

This is a very standard "chasing a serial killer" movie, and this plot has been done countless times, and it was perfected by TV shows like Criminal Minds. Pyun brings nothing new to the table. The Scottish locations are somewhat interesting, and the movie is certainly buoyed somewhat by them and the Scottish actors. But Sheen seems miscast as someone named "McGregor". It seems to be something of a misuse of Sheen.

Sheen was hitting the skids, Pyun is usually on the skids, and the whole thing is kind of a mess. Postmortem has zero sense of pacing and thus "PostBoredom" is a more accurate name.

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