I have no fucking clue what the point of that movie was. What a horribly missed opportunity.
Someone needs to explain Adam Driver to me. Mumbling is not acting. There’s even a scene in the film where John David Washington is saying he needs to talk more like him and Driver can’t even muster a faint whiff of enthusiasm. He then spends the rest of the film acting as if he’s asleep. He might think it portrays realism but if he was a real person I’d never stop telling him to speak the fuck up!
Quite simply one of the greatest films ever made. John Carpenter, Kurt Russell, Rob Bottin and the cast would rarely better their work here. Suspense, Cool, Effects, Story telling, Horror and Sci-Fi all effortlessly sit side by side as Carpenter shows everyone how it's done. In his prime he was better than Spielberg. In his prime, he was untouchable.
Cult, so-called 'bad' B-Movies have become all the rage for a certain group of people. Most film nut collective will have one or more worshippers at the alter of Birdemic, The Room, Miami Connection or Troll 2 (to name but a few).
I personally find the terms 'guilty pleasure', 'so-bad-it's-good' and the practice of ironically laughing at something (or scoffing with an aloof superiority at another persons hard work) to be pretty sickening to be honest.
I was glad then…