As the children try and coup their behavior becomes increasingly more strange.
To make matters worse her appearance is rather shocking as her face is wrapped in bandages. She is also going through a separation from her husband. I put hype aside and went into this film knowing virtually nothing about it.Īfter a horrible accident a mother undergoes cosmetic surgery and must take care of her identical twins Lukas and Elisa while recovering from the psychical and mental strain. There is something in those angelic faces that can often be misleading. **As always this review is Spoiler Free***Ĭreepy children in horror is a long standing tradition not only in America but all over the world. And instead of bringing in some kind of oh, say, creepy-ish ZELDA RUBINSTEIN-esque *(though she’s truly irreplaceable) medium, they bring in some “John Edwards/Edgar Cayce” type late-night paranormal internet show host - who happens to be the lead scientists ex, which ends the film on a seriously angering, neck-hackle raising note. The paranormal idiots that show up to try and fix everything the first time are completely inept - and of all scenes, what they did with my personal favorite from the original - the maggot-steak and subsequent hallucinated face-tearing - are nowhere to be found, replaced by a lame drill gag that never pays off. Why’s it ALL gotta be bad rehash? *(I wonder if this is how all the STAR WARS fanatics felt toward the last 3 films, and will most likely feel over the next 3 as well.)Īnd in the first ten minutes they are aware of the fact the housing development is built on top of a “removed” cemetery - and have no problem with this! The teenage daughter, named “Kendra” keeps fukking around with her computer, taking the film momentarily into that “First Person” niche of current filmmaking. Set,” originally by THE CRAMPS, I have no clue who did this version, and don’t care), that rolls through a portion of the credits, it just makes you sick that they couldn’t even use the original song.
Master reboot carnival ambience movie#
Shit, when the best thing about a movie is the poorly done cover of a classic punk song *(“T.V.
And the after effects left me indeed feeling like a special part of my childhood had been ripped out of me and set aflame before my very eyes, killing that same curious cat. Nope, stuck in the house, couldn’t decide what to watch, then curiosity finally struck the cat. However, it was one of those dullard post-Holiday nights where there is nothing but fucking sports on the tube, nothing to do, and no money to go get a lil altered. But this bad? In fact, bad isn’t even the right word. And I knew it wasn’t going to be any good. By all rights, I knew what I was getting myself into.