fair warning
That movie was bad. I mean BAD. I don't just want my money back. I want back the two hours of my life that were wasted in that movie theatre. A part of my soul died while I watched that movie. I feel as if my very life were cheapened for having seen that film. My eyes rolled so many times I'm surprised they didn't actually leave my skull, which really probably would have increased my enjoyment of the movie in that at least I would no longer have to see the badness, but rather just hear it. By the two hour mark, when a giant spider thundered its way across the screen, I wanted nothing more than for it to step on the main characters, so as to put all of us out of our collective miseries. I honestly have no idea how I managed not to vomit from sheer incomprehensible disgust at how truly horrendous it was.
The only part of the movie that was at all enjoyable was when the fundamentalist quack got a bullet between the eyes, and it was so very long in coming that I would have shot myself had I been armed, just so that I could escape her mad ramblings. It is not "The End of Days," and you are not "The One True Voice of God." You are a bat-shit insane old woman, and Marcia Gay Harden is way too good of an actress to have played you. This movie was so very, very horrible that I almost feel bad for voicing even this small portion of my shame and abhorrence of it because it might make you think that you have to see it for yourself.
You don't.
Trust me.
There is something horrifying in The Mist. It's the movie, itself.
I need to take a shower to rinse off that crap.
The only part of the movie that was at all enjoyable was when the fundamentalist quack got a bullet between the eyes, and it was so very long in coming that I would have shot myself had I been armed, just so that I could escape her mad ramblings. It is not "The End of Days," and you are not "The One True Voice of God." You are a bat-shit insane old woman, and Marcia Gay Harden is way too good of an actress to have played you. This movie was so very, very horrible that I almost feel bad for voicing even this small portion of my shame and abhorrence of it because it might make you think that you have to see it for yourself.
You don't.
Trust me.
There is something horrifying in The Mist. It's the movie, itself.
I need to take a shower to rinse off that crap.