Inane

Rating: 1/10 (21 July 2013)

I've never understood the Cult of Whedon. I've spent my life at the altar of sci-fi and fantasy, and I find his efforts to water down both genres so as to make it digestible to the "norms" deplorable. His imagination seems alive, but restrained by some kind of formula or methodology which lays waste to every cool concept he writes up.
But then, I've never understood the concept of horror. The old, pre-war Hammer and Universal horror movies are cool because they're just cheap popcorn fun. Horror was easy before the images of Nazi concentration camps made humankind a bigger, badder monster than his celluloid creations.
Having said all that--I understand what they're trying to do in this film. It's a homage mixed with some half-baked concept that actually sounds kind of cool if you extricate it from the homage part. Too bad they're beating the old ideas they homage into a fine paste with the blunt instrument of a half-baked idea.