i was uncertain at times whether this was a movie about jack the ripper, or a case history of drug usage in late 19th century london. either way, heather graham should not act. they tried to give her a few lines that seemed to make some kind of meaningful social commentary for the time, but nothing she can say dispels that blank look behind the eyes. i always like to look at johnny depp, but this is not my favorite of his roles either. one of my favorite part of the whole movie is when jack the ripper gives his confession to depp's character, and this nutty old british guy gives his speech about the masons with dark contacts in his eyes and a raging fire in the fireplace, and all you can think is "damn, he's pretty spooky." the psychic sequences were neat too.

the best part of all is that all of the hookers would have survived the movie if they didn't like grapes.

if you want to be scared, don't go see this. it's got some neat looking cinematography and a hot guy in it, but that's the extent of its social redeeming value. it's worth the $6.50 for the student or senior ticket, but if i had to pay full price i'd sit this one out.