di solito non guardo mai gli horror prima di andare a dormire perché ho paura di fare gli incubi, ieri ho voluto fare un'eccezione e niente se guardavo love live era meglio. (comunque ho sognato che renzi mi regalava l'erba quindi boh forse tutto sommato qualcosa 'sto film te lo lascia, tipo la paura per le giacche appese)
I've felt like watching something else on my phone while in the theater. Excruciating, shit concept expressed via a shit script. I don't understand how a forbidden name can make up a good base for a horror twist with absolutely no secondary plots evolving around it. An autistic piece of crap
The Bye Bye Man isn't as much concerned with cloying and desperate jump-scares as much as it is its narrative and the progression of that narrative. It takes an interesting, if somewhat neutered, premise and makes it function thanks to its focus on its titular character and willing to get by on its merits rather than smothering it under layers of disguises and trickery.