When in doubt, and when in a pandemic, drive to the middle of nowhere and shoot a ghost story movie about isolated people.
There’s a certain something – jay nay say kwa, I think the French say – that movies purposefully made to look amateur need to excuse themselves. This movie does not have that.
Way, way old.
Let me take you to the future of watching movies at home.
…and talking, and talking, and talking, and talking, without an ounce of drama and no stakes, and let me tell you: I hate writing that sentence.
If you’re still in the post-holiday doldrums, here, have a Santa Claus slasher movie to wash away your depression.
There are lots of movies titled “Hunt,” so you’re going to have to be careful when you’re hunting this one down.
Bad Axe, but a really good movie.
Yes, it is! Blacker than black! Blacker than the blackest black times infinity! You did it, Elvis!
Frederick Wiseman? He’s made some good movies. More than…a couple.
Okay, but what about the exit AFTER the next exit?
(Pssst: try to get the steelbook because it looks cool as hell.)
A movie so thick with dialogue, kink, suppressed violence, period references, and sexy sex that I’m not sure I really got it all the first time around.
All the boys love Kate Dickie. And the girls. Men and women, too, 50 and older. In fact it’s really just the 50 and older crowd, forget about the boys and girls.
A good-ass review of a bitch-ass movie. (Bitchin’ ass, I mean.)
A very demo-Krattic movie.
I am deeply unhappy to be revisiting this movie (bam).
Who needs a clever title when you can just get right down to business? Also, happy November.
Yes, my reaction to the unnecessary sequel to the original is predicated on a fart joke; no, I don’t agree that this is an overreaction.
Friends don’t let friends get their bodies taken over by evil spirits, and they also don’t let them make movies as bad as this one.