As terrible movies go, it's not unentertaining - once you surrender to its trashmeister idiocy.
It's sloppy and obvious, with curves so un-serpentine they might as well be straightaways
I wished a bottle would roll by so I could stick an S.O.S. in it.
Is "Trespass" the moment when we give up, and accept the path Nic Cage has chosen for himself? Or should we just keep averting our eyes, until he's done cashing easy checks?
Schumacher makes it all look good - he can't help himself - but somehow that just makes it nastier.
[A] putrefying piece of genre junk.
It's a strange variety of entertainment that hooks you throughout and then leaves you nothing but glad that it's over.
A belabored, often laughable melee of sound, fury and unnecessarily frenzied cinematography in which everyone yells, screams and threatens while any sense of dread quickly drains away.
In the end, "Trespass" steps all over its own genre strengths.