This movie relies on two things to be enjoyed. One is the smugness of imagining the prescience of this movie for today's media landscape. Second is being able to find Andy Griffith's character to be sufferable to sit through.
People insist on the self-important message of District 9, Idiocracy, 12 Angry Men and A Face in the Crowd. The messages are very profound to the average of minds.
A person like Lonesome River has been around for millennium. Selling snake…
This movie just is not good enough to be as off putting as it is. It's white trash trashiness concerning a white trash killer and his white trash woman. Both main threads are of little interest. Young Southern guy wants to hook up with the 40 year old blonde white trash woman. His older brother is a journalist, investigating the murder of a sheriff by the white trash killer.
The main selling point of this flick is the four main…
Bodies getting snatched again. Keeps happening every few decades. The 50s. The 70s. Now the 90's. Kinda think we are overdue for another Snatching flick.
From the 1970s version we have Leonard Nimoy playing against his Spock character as a pop-psychologist telling people to embrace their crazy emotions and let them fly high.
Here we have an emotionally distant father disconnected from his daughter. And that is where this movie's flaw happens. To walk amongst the Snatchers a normal human…
The moment McClain takes that massive dive off the oil tank, flies through the air, hits the ground hard and then bounces up I called BULLSHIT! Bullshit on that. McClain was supposed to be an 'everyman' cop that ran barefoot through glass and bled. He was a regular normal guy that was a hero through will of force and determination. And then they fucked it up with some bullshit like that.
