HIM (2025)
(Natasha Lyonne's Charlie from Poker Face suddenly pops up to say her most delightful and frequent line): ... Bullshit ! HIM! What a misguided, boring-ass muddle of hallucinations and dream scenes that mean to add portent and horror and do little of either, with two potentially interesting directions to have as antagonists totally squandered, and then the last ten minutes of this becomes one of the most howlingly awful endings to any major studio movie since I can remember. Like, forget shitting the bed, this is excreting from every orefice and then getting doused in kerosene, tar, feathers, and sweaty gym socks and being shot out of a cannon back into and through the bed that is also covered in shit and blood and everything else that John Waters would think up on all the weed circa 1971. Just... AWFUL. But until that ending gets here, we have a movie that has a limited amount of narrative thrust due to the fact that there really isn't anywhere to go with the seemingly heated ...
