Felt like the script was banged out over a weekend with plot holes big enough to drive a freight train through. Zero character development; the players were flatter than a tortilla with a printed picture. The further along we went, the more kludged the story line; I ran out of disbelief to suspend. People simply don't do the things the characters pretended to do. The drowning angel segment was like a wart on the production. This was a circus of emotional manipulation. I guess the moral of the story was - the ho' is proletariat, the ho' gets to live.
The fake Coast Guard guy was predictable from a mile away, just another of a series of disjointed and manipulative plot subdivisions. Knowing they were all slated to die, not one of them concluded that going berserk on the staff might have been a saving strategy, reinforcing the people-are-sheep canard. The chef's mother may as well have been a cardboard cutout. Far more could have been done with the cult aspect of the boot camp servility of the staff. As it was, this critique of chef worship was toothless. The revenge theme barely saw daylight through a mishmash of gratuitous segments. What was the deal on pretending to let the men escape? Just stupid.
The fake Coast Guard guy was predictable from a mile away, just another of a series of disjointed and manipulative plot subdivisions. Knowing they were all slated to die, not one of them concluded that going berserk on the staff might have been a saving strategy, reinforcing the people-are-sheep canard. The chef's mother may as well have been a cardboard cutout. Far more could have been done with the cult aspect of the boot camp servility of the staff. As it was, this critique of chef worship was toothless. The revenge theme barely saw daylight through a mishmash of gratuitous segments. What was the deal on pretending to let the men escape? Just stupid.
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