I sat through this movie and when it ended, my jaw was slackened open and I wondered what on earth had I just watched, and more importantly, WHY had I watched it? Shaving matted feral cats would have been less painful and a much better waste of my time.
I think even the MOVIE doesn't know what it is about. There are so many plots and sub plots and themes and sub themes that spin off to nowhere it is hard to imagine this isn't an instructional video on how not to make a movie.
In the beginning, it wants to be scary. Then cheesy. Then funny. Then it tries to take itself seriously and develop some tie between all the plots it has presented, but that fail to go anywhere. And that ALONE is hilarious.
The SCARIEST part about this movie is the number of times one of the characters can profusely vomit and then say his lines with chunks of it still on his face. OVER and OVER we watch this character retch and puke and vomit and drool. The amount of money spent on special effects vomit must have been STAGGERING.
So profuse was his putrid projectiles that it seemed as though the writer got together with an artist, they smoked a HUGE bowl of SOMETHING and then decided to create a plot around grotesque vomiting scenes. And there you have it. Ring Ring.
I think even the MOVIE doesn't know what it is about. There are so many plots and sub plots and themes and sub themes that spin off to nowhere it is hard to imagine this isn't an instructional video on how not to make a movie.
In the beginning, it wants to be scary. Then cheesy. Then funny. Then it tries to take itself seriously and develop some tie between all the plots it has presented, but that fail to go anywhere. And that ALONE is hilarious.
The SCARIEST part about this movie is the number of times one of the characters can profusely vomit and then say his lines with chunks of it still on his face. OVER and OVER we watch this character retch and puke and vomit and drool. The amount of money spent on special effects vomit must have been STAGGERING.
So profuse was his putrid projectiles that it seemed as though the writer got together with an artist, they smoked a HUGE bowl of SOMETHING and then decided to create a plot around grotesque vomiting scenes. And there you have it. Ring Ring.