The most offensive thing about this bad movie is how dull it is. If someone tells you this is a watchable film, it's either a bald-faced lie, sign of traumatic brain injury, a red flag to their conception of taste, or some combination of the three. It is honestly so plain to see that it's like listening to a child say they haven't eaten any cookies, who has chocolate and crumbs all over their mouth. It is incredibly hard to believe anyone's taste is this bad.
You know that thing that's the worst part of any movie, exposition? Well strap in, because the film is almost exclusively that. What isn't is either setting up the next bit of exposition, or title cards serving the same purpose.
Where did the budget go? While there are a few shots that show some kind of talent, it's balanced by things like dirt cheap effects (ie. The thought bubbles when Hunter has a concersation with a dog, the animated heart, etc). The fake news broadcasts shown honestly look like something straight from a Neil Breen film.
The directing decisions are poorly made. To demonstrate the thought and level of detail displayed, one early sequence shows Hunter with a rapidly beating heart, walking through a party where the thing that slows it down is smoking crack. Because cocaine is a downer, right? Later a phone call is made to a reporter who is typing on a typewriter, on his landline (no caller id), by someone he barely knows and says he'll text her later. It's a movie, whatever, but it's very lazy. Lazy enough to punctuate an obvious and lame joke with a boinging sound effect.
This movie thinks you're dumb. And if you're excited to spend $22 on this and rave about it later, it's right.
You know that thing that's the worst part of any movie, exposition? Well strap in, because the film is almost exclusively that. What isn't is either setting up the next bit of exposition, or title cards serving the same purpose.
Where did the budget go? While there are a few shots that show some kind of talent, it's balanced by things like dirt cheap effects (ie. The thought bubbles when Hunter has a concersation with a dog, the animated heart, etc). The fake news broadcasts shown honestly look like something straight from a Neil Breen film.
The directing decisions are poorly made. To demonstrate the thought and level of detail displayed, one early sequence shows Hunter with a rapidly beating heart, walking through a party where the thing that slows it down is smoking crack. Because cocaine is a downer, right? Later a phone call is made to a reporter who is typing on a typewriter, on his landline (no caller id), by someone he barely knows and says he'll text her later. It's a movie, whatever, but it's very lazy. Lazy enough to punctuate an obvious and lame joke with a boinging sound effect.
This movie thinks you're dumb. And if you're excited to spend $22 on this and rave about it later, it's right.
