Last night's horror film was a letdown, much like my homemade hummus experiment. Both lacked the necessary spice and depth. The movie, promising a thrilling ride, ended up being as bland as my hummus that missed a dash of garlic. Where my hummus had an uneven texture, the film's plot was equally inconsistent, filled with holes and lacking cohesion. Just as my hummus failed to strike the right balance of flavors, the movie struggled with its pacing, too slow at times and hastily rushed at others. The lack of genuine scares in the film was akin to the absence of a zesty kick in my hummus. Both were unremarkable, forgettable, and left me unsatisfied, craving for something more robust and fulfilling.
Review of Sister Death
