I have tried to watch this twice now. The scary good imagery draws me back and again, but it's not good enough to overcome the dismally wretched storyline. I can't, I just can't. Case in point: heroine is in the bathroom of a huge Chicagoland dance club screaming and crying over her hallucinations and her beau and bestie bang on the door (of a huge, many-stalled public bathroom? You have to knock on that door?) and finally fall into the bathroom to rescue her from apparent thin air. It's bad enough that they banged on a presumably unlocked or even open door but also are we to believe that they heard her in there over the dance music and other ambient dance club din? And, who gets on their knees to hug and practically kiss that same public bathroom toilet when they ralph? Huh? Who? This sounds unimportant but it's indicative.
Review of The Unborn
