So, I finally watched the American remake of One Missed Call. What the hell? The origional was on of the best movies I’d ever seen, how did they screw it up so royaly? A mall santa in an elevator with a broomstick up his ass, bouncing up and down on a trampolene, could’ve written a better script on the wall tan that little gem. They threw out as much of the origional creep factor as possible and just threw in some played out new-jack horse crap to replace it. They even saved the protagonist by deus ex machina that didn’t save anyone else but her, just so that they could end with a Last Girl Standing! How screwy is that? And they color coded the little girls, and the effed up dolls everywhere, (like any little girl really wants an ugly corpse doll) and opted for fake ghosts and cheap shot scares over teasing out the terror with suspense and haunting visuals. And notice, the only decent actress in the bunch is the first one to go? Assey!
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