It is immediately apparent why The Factory failed to get a theatrical release. None of Dark Castle’s other horror films have particularly set the world alight but even among these The Factory is a dog. What does not seem to have occurred to director/co-writer Morgan O’Neill, an Australian actor who previously wrote-directed the hitman film Solo (2006), is that the plot with the detective doggedly pursuing a serial killer is a tired one. Indeed, this type of film belongs more in the mid-1990s and the spate of post-The Silence of the Lambs (1991) thrillers. Nobody seems interested in making this police procedural story for theatrical release any more. One suspects the reason for this is that police procedural has become supplanted by tv shows like CSI: Crime Scene Investigators (2000-15) and its various spinoffs and copycats like NCIS: Naval Criminal Investigation Service (2003– ) and Criminal Minds (2005– ).

The Factory also makes the claim in the opening scenes that it is based on a true story, although the promotional materials fail to offer any details as to which case. Nor does a search of crime files find any record of a killer who harvested babies from abducted women and in all likelihood that is a purely fictional claim. Certainly, any real-life crime story where a detective went out on a limb to rescue his own abducted daughter from the clutches of a killer would have made international headlines had it happened.

Watching The Factory, it looks exactly like a weaker episode of CSI. Morgan O’Neill and Paul A. Leyden seem only minimally invested in the plot. John Cusack, almost always a great actor in this reviewer’s book, wearily plods through the lead role but he is too bright an actor, constantly brims with a natural curiosity, to do the whole worldweary, close-to-burnout detective that the part is written as. Unlike a work such as Se7en (1995) or tv’s Millennium (1996-9), the film never gets inside his psychological drive in any way – despite the fact that this is a character who has gone out on a determined personal limb after the abduction of his own daughter. There is nothing to the film that makes a thriller like this interesting – no tension generated by the director, no twists and turns in the script (excepting one – see below), no character drive, while the trail of clues the detective follows is only conducted in the most perfunctory of ways. The one aspect that seems mildly interesting is the character of the killer Dallas Roberts who abducts prostitutes to impregnate them and ends up leaving them with a brainwashed loyalty to him. Roberts gives the part a certain white trash flintiness that works okay. Although one cannot help but feel that a far more interesting and adventurous film would have told everything as an abduction and imprisonment thriller from the point-of-view of one of the girls.

The part that kills the film off altogether is the revelation towards the end [PLOT SPOILERS] that John Cusack’s partner Jennifer Carpenter is one of Dallas Robert’s Factory Girls who just happened to be allowed to leave his clutches, joined the police force and by a whopping coincidence ended up assigned to the very same case where she is tracking her own abductor. This is left field twist revelations of the worst order and one that causes the entire house of cards that the film is based on to collapse into absurd improbability. Not to mention an ending that makes the film’s claim to be based on true events into an outright nonsense.
 

Trailer here:-