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Wow, it was actually quite good. Not just 'so bad it's good' (nor, indeed, so bad it's gone past being good and back to bad again, to paraphrase Enid Coleslaw) - actually not a bad movie. As my mate I went to see it with said, it's a Ronseal movie - it does what it says on the tin.
On a few hours' reflection, though, it looks to me almost like two movies spliced together: 1. The attempt at a compact, tense thriller. Plot full of complications, at least vaguely convincing acting, etc. 2. The massive ball of delicious cheese as re-shot and re-edited under the influence of a couple of hundred thousand internet geeks like us here at Barbelith. The awkward shifts in tone between will probably be more obvious on repeated viewings. Which there shall be, oh yes, there shall be!
PS I took some rubber snakes into the auditorium but chickened out of hiding them under the seats because a guy walked in right behind us, and there were quite a few people in there already, and ... ok, I'm a coward, get off my back. |
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