The most random collection of horror film tropes with a plot twist that can keep up with Shyamalan in terms of nonsensicality. 

Why is there an old blind woman in the house explaining the entire plot? Why is there a creepy wooden figure with a bowling ball head sitting at the table? Why is there a DSLR with mysterious photos lying around?

I guess the writers thought Why not?

It would’ve been best not to die. But I did, and I’m sorry.

When Joaquin Phoenix told Lady Gaga "please don’t sing anymore. stop singing." after 130 tedious minutes filled with countless badly choreographed musical numbers, I really felt that.

A very Scorsese approach to a telenovela: too over-intellectualized to evoke genuine emotions and even though this isn’t set in a gangster milieu like most of his work, he spends far too much time over-explaining family dynamics as if it were some kind of mafia plot.

But damn does this movie look stunning with its delicate production design and nods to 19th-century impressionist paintings. It’s the kind of movie that’s almost only enjoyable in a big theater because honestly I would’ve turned this off after five minutes if I had watched it at home.