I like all kinds of shit.
Week 3 of the 2021 Cult Movie Challenge - 50s Sci-Fi Week.
These movies with a small town fighting off some strange menace with the weird old guys who live with their dogs and the bunch of horny youths and the straight-laced family and the skeptical police force make me feel so cozy and nostalgic for a time I was not born.
It's movies like this that make me very glad I have no friends.
It's simply impossible to compete with a movie which not only contains 2 superhumanly attractive leads, but a script brilliant enough to deliver the lines "I love my dead gay son!" and "Dear Diary, my teenage angst bullshit has a body count" WITHIN ONE MINUTE OF EACH OTHER.
If I had to go through another cursed fucking second watching this kid Bob I swear to god I would have reached into the screen and fucking strangled him myself with my bare fucking hands. If you're reading this, Bob, you bleach-blond whiny useless piece of stupid fucking shit. I fucking hate you and I hope you die. Nothing on this earth is sacred as long as you are on it. I will treasure the days you are no longer unleashing your god damned million decibel squeal onto my godforsaken ears you pathetic excuse for a human being. Fuck you.
Incredible. This has no reason to exist.
This is a joyless product with no originality, no voice, no joy, and no emotion. It takes the original and sucks the life out of it, leaving behind something dead that looks the same on the surface, but is hollow on the inside. The "photorealistic" animation only gives it's characters one blank stare for a facial expression. Whereas in the original, a character could look however the filmmakers wanted them to look, when…