Colin Farrell: *wants to drink Imogen Poots' blood and make her his vampire companion*
Imogen Poots: *runs away from him*
me, disgusted and outraged: This bitch is fucking crazy.
The way hamfruitcake and I debased ourselves for Karl Urban today by rewatching this trash.
If Butcher was the one who tried to fuck that ghost...he would simply succeed.
The opening still holds up. And Emily Browning plays a damn child ghost here and her character still has more personality than what she was given in Sucker Punch.
I'm sure Toni Collette is a wonderful and sweet person but Jesus Christ she can make something as trivial as waving creepy.
This started as solid 8/10 and then it just massively collapsed into awful territory. The further you go into this film, the more irritating it becomes, until it reaches a twist so astoundingly derivative that I don't think Kaufman's work can ever be called "original" again, certainly not this movie. The acting, production design and the atmosphere are…
Yet another forgettable Netflix movie that makes me wonder if they are a front for money laundering.
Great idea wasted on unimaginative screenplay. The really good flashback scene only enhances how they wasted potential by setting the main story in this bland moment in time. But even that doesn’t really work because since Charlize Theron is a woman and women aren't allowed to age, her obviously touched up with plastic surgery face clashes with everything in that flashback so badly.…