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OK, first off, how loving arrogant is that movie poster? We've "Sensed it", we've seen "The Signs"? A guy making movies this lovely is that conceited? So, onto the review: I saw this movie for free, and had to walk out because it was so god awful. That means this film ranks up there with Dreamcatcher and The Bone Collector, two other free movies I couldn't endure. This is the worst of the three, somehow. I actually feel gross even bothering to write a review on this movie, but I need to get it out of my system, in much the same way as you tend to vomit after being poisoned. That's how I feel, poisoned. Especially as a filmmaker, and film student. I think I just watched every rule of classical storytelling poo poo on simultaneously by M. Night howeverthefuck-you-spell-it. I remembered how to spell it when he made the Sixth Sense, but at this rate, let's hope he never touches another script. Porn is too ambitious for this hack. I love the fact that every other god drat line is about terrorism. Very subtle, champ! You are clever by criticizing the fact that America is terror obsessed. Let's move on to the acting, because it was atrocious. Zooey Deschanel not only took me out of the movie, she made me gawk in disbelief. Mark Wahlberg has been in infinitely better films, but shame on you for picking this script, what were you thinking? I didn't care about any character in the film, in fact, the deaths reminded me of the senseless killings in Final Destination. At least that film acknowledges what it is. This film had the arrogance to make me sit through a melodramatic, childish mess of a script. As soon as you've muted the impact of death, you don't really give a poo poo that people are dying. There's no suspense, no plot development, no feeling of tension or a connection with the characters. This rear end in a top hat should watch WALL-E and learn a thing or two. The line that finally made me leave was when Zooey Deschanel was desperately apologizing to Mark Wahlberg for having Tiramasu with a co-worker one night, fearing that she must confess this sin to her husband before they die to the ominous, TERRORIST, deadly mist. As I left the theatre, I said to myself, it isn't the air that's going to make me kill myself, no, it's this loving script. -5/5 And I own Feeders 2. Edit: I just read everyones' reviews of this film, and a few of you are claiming it was well shot. Of course it's well shot, it's a Hollywood film. The DP and his camera crew must be exceptionally technically skilled. Any piece of poo poo Hollywood churns out is going to "look" pro. Jedah fucked around with this message at 00:54 on Jul 2, 2008 |
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