I respect what Gierasch & Anderson are going for here - attempting to make a subtler character piece as opposed to their more traditional manic splatterfests - but it doesn't work. It's far too slow and the scares are so bland, and it's completely lacking their special, delightful touch (barring a first-act miscarriage that looks like the last shots of a Hotline Miami level).
Though upon retrospect I suppose this is kind of just a dry run for Fractured, which also…
I liked this movie more when it was called HOT FUZZ. Hell, I liked this movie better when it was called THE OTHER GUYS. Actually, can I just talk about THE OTHER GUYS? That's such a great movie. No? I have to review 21 JUMP STREET? Fine.
Roger Ebert once said that he loved reviewing great movies, and he loved reviewing awful movies, but he hated reviewing mediocre movies. I disagree. I love digging into mediocre films. I love exploring…
This movie is basically Sam Raimi grabbing bland, mainstream horror by the collar and proceeding to spend 100 minutes kicking the shit out of it.
And it's fucking awesome.
Incidentally, it also works as a terrific allegory for bulimia. Think about how much of the horror scenes revolve around the witch vomiting on Christine or shoving her hand down Christine's mouth or various other substances entering and exiting mouths. And think about how many random, out of nowhere mentions we…