CONCEPT
Gah! I hated this move! I hate it. Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate.
As in, I want to wash my eyes with soap for having taken the dumb thing in.
Spoiler: If the movie had just been the final shot of the kid, then it would’ve been a decent flick. The other hour-and-twenty-odd minutes were a loss of time I could’ve spent, I don’t know, flossing. Or carrying a broom up and down the stairs repeatedly. Or seeing which of my toes I can wiggle the fastest. Or watching a fly climb along a wall. Or seeing how long I can hold my breath. Or…
Maybe more tomorrow. Maybe not.
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