Just a couple of questions.
1. What the fuck?
2. What the fuck?
Alright, that about covers it. No, but seriously…I’m all for imperfect protagonists or antiheroes or whatever, but the Blind Man definitely isn’t one of them. It’s like the writers thought we’d be able to overlook his actions in Don’t Breathe and root for him if they surrounded him with cartoonishly disreputable antagonists and softened him with a child and a dog to care for.
The actual filmmaking is fairly…
…that was a lot, Robin.
This film is actually difficult to rate, considering the subject matter. I’m fairly certain it will be too much for a lot of people, and I’m not even sure I enjoyed it? It’s nihilistic and savage as all hell, which isn’t necessarily a deal-breaker for me, but some portions of the film feel edgy for the sake of being edgy.
Some moments, I realized my mouth was agape. Other moments, I realized my eyes were…
For me, this is the gold standard of what a remake/reboot should accomplish. Not only does it embody what made The Evil Dead great and pay homage to it, but it justifies its own existence by taking things in a new direction with a far more serious tone.
Bloody, brutal and brilliantly shot.
Also, Jane Levy. Yowza.
The Mother of Tears ends the trilogy on a whimper, completely devoid of what made Suspiria (1977) and Inferno (1980) great. Argento’s decision to ditch the artistic style of the first two films already put it at a disadvantage for me, but for it to be so bereft of the majority of his trademarks is downright baffling.
Gone are the inspired set designs, jaw-dropping color palate and nail-biting suspense. Instead, we’re given cheap jump scares, terrible CGI, and uninspired direction. The flourish has vanished to the point where it’s hard to believe Argento even made this. What an absolute shame.
