The Resident is an enjoyable film. I want to get that out there before my opinion appears muddled by the impending barrage of conflicting points I'm about to make. More than just enjoyable, there are downright refreshing moments -- among them: a whip-smart heroine, deliciously compelling sound effects and twangs to the heartstrings every now and then which soothed the gaps that might otherwise have derailed The Resident train.

... and it's a Hammer film. And it bears Christopher Lee (following a 34 year absence from the Hammer franchise). If I were a Hammer aficionado, those tidbits would mean considerably more. Still, I like the idea of Lee and Hammer -- romantic, in its way -- and I especially liked how subtly weaved Lee's character appears in The Resident. No pun intended, but I anticipated Lee's presence would be hammered in for the good press it might provide on the geek boards. It wasn't. Kudos to Hammer for keeping it in their pants on that one.

I will say this was one of the more odd movie experiences I’ve had. First off, it isn’t really a movie, per se. The Trip is a British television show that was edited down from 172 minutes to 107 minutes and released in the US as a film. And the theater in which I viewed it had a total of 25 seats (I counted) and the film was actually on a Blu-Ray disc projected onto a smallish screen. The attendant started the film, then hung out for a few minutes to see if we needed the volume adjusted. I go see a lot of movies – I mean, a lot – and this was a first for me. Oh, what’s it about? Patience, grasshopper.