A rich jerk has been cryogenically preserved for 10 years. His human-popsicle babysitters have been instructed to revive him when science advances enough to restore his health. Unfortunately a computer malfunction compromises the integrity of his cryogenic chamber and he is revived prematurely. Although his revival appears to be a success, what emerges is not the nice guy we are led to believe he used to be, but rather a soulless asshole with homicidal tendencies. Initially these new personality qualities serve him well. As the head of a company his father started, his all-business persona beings to make a profit for the company after he cuts out altruistic charity donations and fires his father’s best friend and co-founder of the company in favor of avarice. Avarice and narcissism eventually lead to physical abuse and murder.
If I ever express the urge to watch a film by Wes Craven you all have permission to slap me like a small business owner who hasn’t paid his weekly “protection” money. This craptacular effort, like most of Craven’s efforts was a predictable as a Road Runner cartoon and as enjoyable as a hemorrhoid. This made-for-TV "movie" was my second choice for Horrorthon and my horror movie spirit was quickly becoming squashed like a bug under a Nike.