“One hundred years ago on the 21st of April, out in the waters around Spivey Point, a small clipper ship drew toward land...”
Neither Cage nor Sono's best work, but a pretty accurate diagnosis of what the problem with modern cinema audiences and what people seem to "want" from it.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Maybe it's me but there's something kind of cheap and tawdry about giving your character a sort of accentuated handicap and playing it for scares? The treatment of Charlie broke the spell the movie attempts to cast in the first ten minutes. She produces a chocolate bar from her pocket that neither parent knows the origins of, hinting that she's one of those magic children movies love that just does things to which the parents of a heavily troubled…
It is quite something that we lived until this moment. I am envious of future generations, just as I am not. They will see things I’ll never see, but it will come with dreads I cannot Fathom. The tactility of the now keeps this present moment from feeling truly terrifying all the time. I leave my apartment and I see people walking their dogs, people without homes, stores, bars, trains teeming with the impatient, people who know that when…