I don't write reviews on here much anymore but after being suckered into watching Sandra Oh's blatant, ham-handed, sappy, not-at-all-scary vanity project, I felt like I needed to warn fellow horror aficionados that this is NOT A HORROR MOVIE. There are no demons in it. In fact, there are maybe five minutes of anything vaguely horror-related. 75% of this movie is a tight shot of Sandra Oh's (and I may be conservative there). See Sandra Oh cry. See her get angry. See her look confused, all in extreme closeup! In fact, if you don't love Sandra Oh, there absolutely no reason to watch this trite, maudlin, BAD movie because it's ALL about keeping Sandra Oh in your face at all times. The best analogy I can think of is that woman who was selling her farts in jars online recently. This movie is Sandra Oh farting in a jar and Netflix bought the jar!
Netflix has no business selling this as a horror movie. Sam Raimi must have his own reasons for associating his name with this garbage. I had no strong feelings about Sandra Oh before seeing this. Now that I have, I will actively avoid anything starring Sandra Oh in perpetuity.
Netflix has no business selling this as a horror movie. Sam Raimi must have his own reasons for associating his name with this garbage. I had no strong feelings about Sandra Oh before seeing this. Now that I have, I will actively avoid anything starring Sandra Oh in perpetuity.