What an amateurish slog of a film. Why on earth would any studio hand the reigns of a franchise film to Lindsey Anderson Beer? She was a writer on a handful of really, really, terrible films and tv shows. That's all she's done. How is someone with zero experience behind the camera and a resume that's chock full 'o nothing but vacuous garbage expected to craft a frightening, nuanced film? The part of the novel when Jud tells the story of Timmy and Bill Baterman is absolutely chilling, expanding it to feature film length could have been something in the hands of even the most modestly skilled director, but instead we get jump-scare trash made by someone that may as well been picked off the street. What a wasted opportunity.
Review of Pet Sematary: Bloodlines
Pet Sematary: Bloodlines
(2023)
Did a monkey with a camera strapped to it's head direct this?
6 October 2023