In the theme of my earlier post on a review of The Happening, here is another good panning of a terrible movie I hope never to see. This one is particularly good for its thoughts on what a good version of this movie could have been. My favorite bits:
For a brief, hopeful moment, I thought the filmmakers might be making a point about how the contemporary compulsion to record the world has dulled us to actual lived experience, including the suffering of others — you know, something about the simulacrum syndrome in the post-Godzilla age at the intersection of the camera eye with the narcissistic “I.” Certainly this straw-grasping seemed the most charitable way to explain characters whose lack of personality (“This is crazy, dude!”) is matched only by their incomprehensible stupidity. Smart as Tater Tots and just as differentiated, Rob and his ragtag crew behave like people who have never watched a monster movie…
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Rarely have I rooted for a monster with such enthusiasm.