Don't need another documentary on how ruinous children are to society, fun, happiness and the overall well-being of the universe. But here we are.
I am not too sure what this movie was trying to do. It was The Ruins for a second. Then the filmmakers tried to briefly play with the ambiguity of Ben's mental anguish and the pills. But that was an infinitesimal misdirect before the cliched changeling stuff was verified and ran into dirt, backed over with a steamroller and buried under a beaten horse.
And aren't all children en masse just an infestation of murderous insectoid demon spawn from a dank infernal pit? So nothing new or poignant was presented narrative-wise.
The adults are also stupid as ever. Their fault for having kids, wanting kids, tolerating kids, encouraging their little weasel faces to be see and heard. That's for starters; then the grown-ups make more bad decisions throughout. Get in the car and leave already, you badly-created cinematic woman! But of course she doesn't.
And the metaphors/symbolism! All over the place. From her jacket, Lucy was clearly supposed to be both Lil Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf?!?!?! As well as the unseen insect bratty monster thingie?! Holy mixed figures of speech and fiction, Bugman. And the whole starting a family thing in possessed human skin suits?!?!?!!? That just didn't work.
This movie is so bad that it dares to rip off the end of that just-as-moronic Pet Sematary remake. I guess we meant to imagine she smashes them on the front of the SUV like so many mayflies. Then turns on the windshield wipers and goes to the car wash. But show us that!
And there are no creature effects. Just lights in a hole, glowy eyes and some OK suggestive shadows.
The opening song is decent and every once in a while someone pretending to be Rick Wakeman revs up the Hammond organ for a weird musical cue.
An entirely dismissable waste of time.
I am not too sure what this movie was trying to do. It was The Ruins for a second. Then the filmmakers tried to briefly play with the ambiguity of Ben's mental anguish and the pills. But that was an infinitesimal misdirect before the cliched changeling stuff was verified and ran into dirt, backed over with a steamroller and buried under a beaten horse.
And aren't all children en masse just an infestation of murderous insectoid demon spawn from a dank infernal pit? So nothing new or poignant was presented narrative-wise.
The adults are also stupid as ever. Their fault for having kids, wanting kids, tolerating kids, encouraging their little weasel faces to be see and heard. That's for starters; then the grown-ups make more bad decisions throughout. Get in the car and leave already, you badly-created cinematic woman! But of course she doesn't.
And the metaphors/symbolism! All over the place. From her jacket, Lucy was clearly supposed to be both Lil Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf?!?!?! As well as the unseen insect bratty monster thingie?! Holy mixed figures of speech and fiction, Bugman. And the whole starting a family thing in possessed human skin suits?!?!?!!? That just didn't work.
This movie is so bad that it dares to rip off the end of that just-as-moronic Pet Sematary remake. I guess we meant to imagine she smashes them on the front of the SUV like so many mayflies. Then turns on the windshield wipers and goes to the car wash. But show us that!
And there are no creature effects. Just lights in a hole, glowy eyes and some OK suggestive shadows.
The opening song is decent and every once in a while someone pretending to be Rick Wakeman revs up the Hammond organ for a weird musical cue.
An entirely dismissable waste of time.