On one level, this “Netflix original” flick seems like that proverbial “film we’ve seen before” — several times, in fact. It’s a coming-of-age-through-trial-by-fire story that’s fittingly described by cliches. On another level, but related to this one, it’s a semi-clever horror comedy. How much you’ll enjoy it depends on at what level you receive it.
Distanced from Astron-6’s darkly funny aesthetic, it becomes just another genre flick defined by its borrowed parts.
Perhaps it’s not fair to expect, but I wish this film had scared the crap out of me like its 1979 ancestor did. Still, it does accomplish what it set out to do — to explain the origins of the Xenomorph.
For fuck’s sake, even I don’t know what I’m talking about.
Even with expectations properly tempered to the low expectations of the January dumping ground, Blood Wars still comes off as an immense disappointment.
Remember those creepy PSAs for radon that aired in the late ’80s? That’s what I Am Not a Serial Killer most resembles.
It obliviously flails for hipster-cult, Tim and Eric Awesome Show status throughout its 88-minute run time.
To those of us jaded toward this type of thing, it becomes more about marking off boxes on our mental checklist of cliches rather than experiencing any real fear.
Sun Choke is a horror film hiding behind the mask of an extremely efficient suspense thriller.
I viewed Arrival on November 20, and am still not sure how I feel about it.