Psych 9 is beyond merely bad, it is holy crap bad as it runs the gamut from cliché (nut-job jerkily smoking a cigarette while spilling his/her guts about something that rattled their cage in the past) to non sequitur plot devices (suddenly appearing/disappearing former residents of the closed down hospital). The lead character, Rosalyn, inexplicably gets (and maintains!) a job of organizing old case files. I say `inexplicable' because she still somehow has that job after the fourth or fifth meltdown--and somehow never once gets busted for those tape recorder sessions. It honestly never occurs to any of the real characters that she is a prize-winning whack-a-roo! Speaking of Roslyn, if takes real talent to portray a massively abused character with such dispassion that you end of completely not giving a crap about any of her trauma---but leave it to Sara Foster to pull this one off. The implications of her portrayal are pretty dire too: this film seems to imply that it is ok for a husband (in this point, Roslyn's boneheaded one) to pressure his wife for sex to the point of being just short of spousal abuse as long as he has been long suffering (in his eyes, anyway), asked nicely and hasn't verbally dumped on her too recently. Sadly, the two big names, Cary Elwes and Michael Behn, never seem to rise to each's fullest respective potential. Behn's character might as well have never been written in the film-heck, he doesn't even catch the Nighthawk killer. In fact, we are never quite sure how that gets resolved. Though implied, I much prefer to be hammered over the head with those kind of resolutions. Speaking of resolutions, the Psych 9's resolution will probably leave you shaking your head and wondering at the futility of a life that sees you wasting 1:39 minutes to watch this septic tank fest of crap.