Ten years after writer - director Bryan Bertino's surprise horror hit The Strangers scared
the shit out of audiences worldwide, a sequel has finally arrived, with Bertino replaced by veteran horror director Johannes Roberts (47 Meters Down) after a lengthy, troubled production.
Not exact matches
A great movie - and I'm not saying this is a great movie - but the great movies set up, somewhere along the line, a moment for the
audience to go: «Oh
shit, we have a filmmaker who is
out of control and we don't quite know where this is going to go».»
At times Harding comments to the
audience while she's getting the
shit kicked
out of her.
I should point
out that, whilst fairly pedestrian, the film never comes close to the woeful Pirates
of the Caribbean movies, which somehow continue to attract
audiences despite being, on just about every conceivable front,
shit films.
This was, after all, the immediate aftermath
of 9/11, a time when American
audiences had to confront the idea that we didn't know jack
shit, that there were forces
out there that wanted to destroy us and a government too feeble and distracted to stop them — or, just maybe, a government that cared more about imposing its own will than about protecting us.
We could
of made a decision just to make a film a year that go down in terms
of quality because you're just pumping
shit out because you need to feed an
audience's expectations or you can sit on an idea for four years.
What's more, it's already been divined by the dullest member
of the
audience — said dull member the only one who gives enough
of a
shit to try to figure it
out in the first place and stick it
out through to the end.