nathan-g-ingham
Joined Dec 2013
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This movie was terrible. JUST awful. When I saw the trailer, I thought it had some promise. I'm an American, so I enjoyed the idea of a blonde female cast. I thought this could be like Split, another movie with a bunch of abducted girls. Only hotter.
But no. The only thing hot was the mess of a wig on the final girl's head the whole time. I'm telling you, it caused me pain to see that horrible wig on the screen throughout most of the movie-particularly because the blondeness of the psycho's sister Sadie was kind of important to the plot. So let's get this straight: Instead of casting by one of the +/minus 1 bazillion blonde 20ish actresses trying to land a movie in Hollywood, they cast a brunette, have a scene where her character is forced to bleach her hair, and then outfit her for the rest of the movie with the most godawful, not-foolin-anybody wig ever seen outside an amateur drag night.
Was it because the lead actress was otherwise so perfect for the role? It was not. This woman couldn't act her way out of a paper bag, which is a problem when you're doing whole movie with, essentially, a cast of 4. Her motivation was "whiny/indignant" throughout the entire movie, which was really strike three in getting the audience to like the character. (Strikes one and two being, of course, telling no one you are meeting a stranger from the Interapps and accepting an obviously roofied drink and texting incessently during the first 15 minutes of the movie. Rude.) A very poor final girl.
The rest is standard fare. Trauma. Tears. Plotting escape. Flashbacks revealing that the psycho has-wait for it... a dark past.
I won't spoil the details, but the end of the movie is positively bizarre and absolutely laughable in at least 3 ways. Then, in the strangest moment of all, right before the credits, the director makes you wonder if he thought he was directing a PSA.
But no. The only thing hot was the mess of a wig on the final girl's head the whole time. I'm telling you, it caused me pain to see that horrible wig on the screen throughout most of the movie-particularly because the blondeness of the psycho's sister Sadie was kind of important to the plot. So let's get this straight: Instead of casting by one of the +/minus 1 bazillion blonde 20ish actresses trying to land a movie in Hollywood, they cast a brunette, have a scene where her character is forced to bleach her hair, and then outfit her for the rest of the movie with the most godawful, not-foolin-anybody wig ever seen outside an amateur drag night.
Was it because the lead actress was otherwise so perfect for the role? It was not. This woman couldn't act her way out of a paper bag, which is a problem when you're doing whole movie with, essentially, a cast of 4. Her motivation was "whiny/indignant" throughout the entire movie, which was really strike three in getting the audience to like the character. (Strikes one and two being, of course, telling no one you are meeting a stranger from the Interapps and accepting an obviously roofied drink and texting incessently during the first 15 minutes of the movie. Rude.) A very poor final girl.
The rest is standard fare. Trauma. Tears. Plotting escape. Flashbacks revealing that the psycho has-wait for it... a dark past.
I won't spoil the details, but the end of the movie is positively bizarre and absolutely laughable in at least 3 ways. Then, in the strangest moment of all, right before the credits, the director makes you wonder if he thought he was directing a PSA.