Leigh-Anne and I watched “Frequency” this weekend, and while it wasn’t the best movie I’ve ever seen, it wasn’t too bad. Competently acted, mostly well filmed. Like all time travel movies, it has a lot of threads to keep track of, and does an O.K. job . . .
. . . until the end. In the 1969 timeline, Frank Sullivan shoot’s the killer’s hand off, and he runs away. Um, great, except where did he go for the next 30 years?? He shows up in 1999 trying to kill John Sullivan, who is saved by Frank, who didn’t die of cancer in 1980 after all. So are we to understand that in 1969 he just ran away, and the Sullivans didn’t call the police to say, “Uh, the Nightingale murderer just ran out of my kitchen. Here’s his name and a physical description, and oh yes, he’s missing his right hand. You can probably catch him a few blocks from here.”
We know he didn’t die from trauma or blood loss–he’s alive in 1999. And there’s no way he’d go to prison for killing six women (the three he had already killed at the beginning, plus his mother, plus the girl buried near his house, plus the girl he tried to frame Frank for) and get out in 30 years. And he certainly didn’t go into hiding–he’d need to get that shotgun amputation treated, and ER doctors tend to get a little suspicious about things like that. Besides, the cops already had enough evidence to convict him–Satch saw all the “mementos” in his apartment.
Did the writer and director just totally drop the ball here, or is it me? I’m sorry, but I cannot suspend disbelief enough to ignore a plot hole of those proportions. What the flaming hell happened?