Leave early enough and perhaps it will be refund4ble.
A Film by Wes Craven
"You don't know fear, Bug. You puked on Brandon O'Neil. You're a hero of the revolution."
From the jump, Wes Craven's conscious choice to fuck it and chuck it establishes the objectively terrible, but richly entertaining, ineptitude of "My Soul to Take."
I mean, the first 10 minutes alone represent a rat-a-tat parade of serial murder, delusion, multiple personality, multiple kill shots to the dome, even more resurrections, a big-time ambulance crash, and…
1. That pizza they ate looked awful.
2. There are talking-dog films with fewer cutaway reaction shots to the talking dog than there are to Evangeline Lilly smiling or scowling here.
3. That's probably how you work around a vaccination protocol.
4. Kathryn Newton is perhaps the worst casting decision in the MCU yet. She's been fine in other things but is dead behind the eyes here, with the look of inheritance without investment. Terrible.
5. So the evolution of…