The first time I saw the tentacle monster, I turned it off in disgust. But after seeing all kinds of praises frequently, I wondered if I was wrong, at least I should read it before making a conclusion. So I wasted another two hours today trying to make sure it was a bad movie.
Stop talking about religion, human nature, disasters, sci-fi, thrillers, etc. This is the author (and screenwriter) downright obscenity, through the invasion of fictional monsters, making up a few Facebook-like characters to be staged in a supermarket An absurd stage play. I want to make jokes and magnify but lack imagination, want to be realistic and touching and hurt everywhere. As for the reversal at the end, it is not at all an unexpected reversal of Shawshank, the very suspects, and the like. But the author thought hard, constipated, and slapped his thigh when he was in extreme pain.
This film is a literary and didactic film in the cloak of horror, full of the self-righteous cleverness of the author and screenwriter. The imitation of the frightening pictures is obvious and clumsy.
No more writing, let me read a few more one-star movie reviews to ease my mood. Otherwise, you're going to vomit.
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