"My son shit in my sock drawer. It's the top drawer.
[...] And that means that he crawled up onto the fucking dresser, turned around, grabbed onto the mirror and then fucking opened the top drawer, and then shit into the top drawer. In the mirror, he was looking at himself knowing what he was doing, shitting in my sock drawer."
I like what this could have been, but it just isn’t. It’s like watching a made-for-tv movie shot using a first draft script. A bit disappointing considering how much I like the director's previous film.
It's not a strong movie but the various horror movies' references and the subtle but effective humor made it stand out. Also, the analogy designed here - step-parenting and the sacrifices to protect the Antichrist - is very amusing to watch.
Netflix films are almost making me give up on popular cinema again. I don't know why I even bother. This is woeful, box-ticking stuff that gathers all the low-hanging fruit within its reach and hardly ever manages to raise a laugh. Tiresome references to far better movies throughout. Doesn't even deserve one star.