Yuck. If I could get away with a one word review, that would be it. That’s it folks. Usually I can find some redeeming quality to a movie, but with this one I’ve been digging deep and still come up empty. Let me think on it a while and I’ll be back.
Seven hours and eleven minutes later: still nothing. However, I thought of more things I didn’t like.
Thirty-two hours and fifteen minutes later: ah-ha! The house was neat. Yes, that house was amazing. There are two positive sentences about the movie. (You see what I did there, right?) Two sentences, but about the same thing. My job here is done. Enough with the positives, let’s transition to why I hated it.
First, let’s talk about the main character, Dr Faraday. Domhnall Gleeson plays him; I’ve never seen him in anything so I can only judge him based on this performance. When he experiences happiness — one face. When he feels fear — same face. If he gets excited — same face. When he gets sad — again, same face. Since when did they hire statues to act?
The story itself was poorly told. When reading the synopsis for this sleeper, it sounded promising. What we were shown fell so short that I think the editing department hijacked the good scenes.
All in all, I don’t recommend this movie. Never, not once, will I ever repeat, “Hey, you should go check out The Little Stranger.”
About the Peetimes: 2 Peetimes were submitted. The 1st Peetime is marked with a warning for sensitive viewers.