“I just don’t understand,” complains Christopher Lloyd toward the end of “Convergence,” and it’s a safe bet most of the audience will share the feeling. Describing itself as “an intelligent thriller,” pic is so anxious not to sink to the usual schlock of the psychic-melodrama genre that it forgets to entertain. Lethargic and convoluted exposition will doom item to vid bins.
Set in Seattle, story deals with a young journalist (Cynthia Preston) working with an experienced older hand (Lloyd) on a scandal sheet. While prepping a story on a mental-hospital inmate who can predict peoples’ deaths, the scribe experiences strange events related to a near-death experience she had years earlier. She dallies with a doctor (Adrian Paul) who also becomes involved in the mysterious convergence of past and present. In some ways a poor man’s “Fearless,” in that it deals with the delayed reaction of an air-crash survivor, the film is technically solid, but director Gavin Wilding takes far too long getting to the point and, at the maddening conclusion, a sense of bewilderment and frustration is the most likely audience response. Lloyd sleepwalks his way through; Preston screams prettily.