What good is a film if it soils itself in the last forty-five minutes? The final act managed to render everything it was trying to say meaningless, turning its back on the points it had raised. Or maybe body horror just isn’t for me, je ne sais pas.
What good is a film if it soils itself in the last forty-five minutes? The final act managed to render everything it was trying to say meaningless, turning its back on the points it had raised. Or maybe body horror just isn’t for me, je ne sais pas.
