I’ve never read The Maze Runner and I didn’t hear particularly good things about the movie. And yet I watched it anyway and we all know why: Stiles.
The thing is, The Maze Runner actually has a decent amount of potential. Unfortunately, it fumbles that potential pretty hard all throughout the film.
Valentine’s Day is soon upon us. You (might) know what that means.
Bloody Hearts has come. Let us mock . . . Open Grave.
Finally, the last movie to come from Splatterfest’s leftovers . . .
This is a decent (if somewhat flawed) horror movie about your neighbors trying to kill you.
Despite having worked in a hospital for the past five years, I’m really not much of a germaphobe. I just can’t work up the energy to sanitize every single little thing I touch—those are precious seconds that I could be spending reading h/c Sherlock fanfiction or playing Text Twist on Yahoo. I wash my hands and all, but I only use Sani-Wipes when I have to clean medical equipment for nurses.
That being said, after watching this movie?
. . . well, I’m still not really a germaphobe. But after the film was over, I may have washed my hands for thirty seconds longer than strictly necessary.
This year, I’ve been doing epic reviews (i.e, ultra ridiculously long reviews, complete with summaries, random notes, and spoilers) on every new horror film that I’ve watched. However, tonight, I’m feeling lazy, and I’m skimping out a little. Therefore, you get a slightly-less-epic review (i.e, ridiculously long review made up entirely of random notes) on vampire flick Daybreak.
Overall, despite some cheese and a few musical score problems, I kind of liked it.