The Hunted

Rating: 4/10 (22 January 2020)

I made it through the movie fine, but on the way out of the theater, I couldn't shake the deep feeling of being hunted. In the hallway, I turned around to see JJ Abrams skittering up a wall and clawing his way towards me on the ceiling. His neck stretched 10 feet until his head was right next to mine. "Did you liiiiike it?" he rasped. "Not really," I said. His mouth opened up five sizes too big, a great gaping black hole that began inhaling bits of popcorn and detritus off the floor, at one point almost consuming a passing toddler. "Just make it out of here," I kept telling myself. "Just make it outside and get to your car."
As I burnt rubber leaving the parking lot, I caught a glimpse of the theater in my rearview. My god, the chaos! JJ's haunting maw had swallowed up the entire complex! Gone, everything. And I could sense JJ's now solidly black eyes drilling into my soul as I fled the scene.