"look where god has brought us"
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
a whole horror movie made out of metal gear solid codec calls. there are like 3 different premises here (kidnapping serial killer with different scary masks who plays scary "games" with his victims/kidnapped kid gets helpful calls on a supernatural phone from the ghosts of the previous victims/kidnapped kid's sister is having psychic visions of him to help the police investigation) and two of them go absolutely nowhere. derrickson is just simply not a good enough filmmaker to elevate this…
idiots will call this a staggering retelling of the myth of prometheus through the eyes of the american laborer, the fire of the gods becoming success under capitalism, an unattainable fiction that drives men to maddened violence in their pursuit
geniuses will understand that this is a movie about getting drunk and almost kissing ur homie and then getting even drunker and tenderly holding each other as you drift off to sleep
probably the most remarkable thing about this film is that you really never get used to the fact that he looks like that. even in the late moments of this 137 minute film i was still jolted by occasional cuts to ben platt's puffy, doughy visage, newly horrified by his inland empire-esque facial contortions and body language that has been seen in cinema only once before: in f.w. murnau's expressionist classic nosferatu. his exaggerated hunch, hysterically twitchy hands, and latex-smooth…