Ti West's X. It looks half decent, has a few creepy set ups and is all ruined by its own sense of self importance. Promising up to the 30 minute mark and by the hour I was done. The gator scene is good though.
Pretentious, empty shite, with tediously obvious characters, blandly soliloquising trite banalaties. It's wank made by a wanker, for wankers.
The horror, death and gore is protracted to the point of tedium, under the mistaken assumption that this is creating tension. You are not Hitchcock or Hooper, or even any number of b-grade schlockmeisters from the 70s. You are a corporate slob managing the production line in a sausage factory. This is what you get when competent technicians take up all the jobs of creative talent. The movie repeatedly commits the horror movie cardinal sin of diminishing returns, with regards to over egging the suspense and over-exposing the monster.
The worst thing though is that it's full of that hoodwinking superficiality that will get it loved and promoted and held up as an example of a viable alternative to generic studio doggerel, by the know-little movie-munching majority. If you like this and also claim to like Texas Chainsaw then you are a goddamn fecking liar. You've loaded us all up for a trip through the doldrums, with Jordan Peele in the driving seat and the rest of these hacks on map duty.
Ty but no ti.
