Wishmaster is a 1997 American horror film directed by Robert Kurtzman but it's executive produced by Wes Craven and speaks badly to Craven's seemly limitless cynicism. Compared to Elm Street, Wishmaster is the Showgirls of horror and even Showgirls didn't skimp on the effects like this turkey does. Unfortunately, Andrew Divoff gives such a spirited performance it doesn't deserve to be forgotten. But this film is bad not just aesthetically but an insult even at the level of torture porn.
Which is too bad since the premise is intriguing enough. An evil genie or Djinn has lain asleep for centuries. But accidentally awakened, it has to convince Holly Fields to wish three wishes (why??????) in order for an entire race of Djinn(s?!) to conquer the earth. Violates its own rules of logic left and right and gives such a cheap ending that nullifies the whole film. Pointless, stupid, cynical, and just plain annoying to watch after awhile.
Aside from some funny cameos by Robert Englund, Tony Todd, and Kane Hodder this belongs in the strictly it's-so-bad-it-is-just-bad-not-good column. An atrocious attempt to cash-in on Craven's fame from the Freddy years. Not as dumb as Shocker but just as uninspired.
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