There is no growing trepidation. There is mention of a loony-bin. Do ghosts have sinister intentions? The con artists make a grievous error. This film goes badly wrong. Angela is without joy. Somehow the cons have achieved unimpeachable respectability. I don’t care about their unrelenting turmoil. Angela is a psych student who is failing out.
Things take a dark turn. There are no psychological or philosophical conceits. Angela is drawn into a dark web of obsession. This was not unexpectedly brilliant. Angela has no self-disgust. This film is a stark testament to the failings of the UK film industry. The con artists are pitiful figures. This was not disturbingly significant. Angela is distractible. There is no redemptive power or sheer dread.
There is a blonde woman, Beth, who is the girlfriend of one of the yanks. A guy, Jackson, gets beaten up by gangsters for unclear reasons. They were con artists in the US and now here. There is no 80s hair or 80s clothes. The con artist go to a creepy remote house.
This was not artistically fulfilling. Actors look quite obviously uncomfortable. This is not completely ideal. This was tedious. There is no personal resilience. This was not sensual or sinuous. The shady cabal of cons are horrific monsters and they deserve what happens to them. Has the old woman been abandoned by her community?
Angela begs for understanding. There is no fragile nobility or magnetic presence. This was not hauntingly atmospheric. There is no sombre lamenting or inconsolable grief. The pervading tone is of eye-averting misery. People are indecisive. This was not magnificently satisfying. The old woman turns out to be a mean old biddy who unapologetically revels in blame casting. She is bereft of introspective angst. The con artists intricate web of deceit goes awry.
Ghost girls lurk in demoniacal fashion. There is clammy obsession with unrepentant evil. There is no unpredictability. This is not riotous and there are no grim shadows. Men and their macho ways face danger. There is no authenticity or pathos. This was not meaningful. One feels witheringly scornful of this. The macabre fake con artists are infuriatingly stupid. This was not original, fascinating or fateful.
The categorical judgement is that this sucks. There is a malign influence in the house. There are no genuine penitents. Things get fractious. This was all surface pyrotechnics. There is no moral dimension. This was full of fatuous fools. There is a fateful running down of an old bloke and a car crash. All of which is shrugged off. This was not an artistic triumph.
The con artists end up in horrible clutches. There is no evocation of the macabre. This was not desperately moving. A dude lurks and hits people with a shovel. Is he real or a ghost? This was not lingeringly nasty. There is hideous mateyness, stupid choices and a compulsively respectable old dear turns out to be evil.
There is a generational legacy of abuse. The plot is incoherent and makes no sense. This was silly and there is no blatant honesty. This has all attendant failings. This was not full of ideas and was puerile. There are no tragic consequences and this was not disturbing or ingenious. The surviving con artists had their mouths sewn shut and shrugged it off.
This was not a moody delight. There is a grubby milieu. There are no moral dilemmas. This was not a chilling world. There is repulsive sociopathy. This was not chillingly minimalist. Who’s with Angela at the end? This was all slack storytelling and TPTB wasted Celia Imrie as the evil old biddy.
“Ever since mom killed herself, all you’ve done is judge me!”
“Fresh starts are not cheap.”
“You really want to go there?!?”
“Every family has secrets.”
“What are you doing?”
“They know where we live!”
“Fill it with powerful thoughts.”
“Cleanse this house.”
“The girls were to blame!”
“Those little monsters!”
The gang make a not entirely favourable impression. One feels generational pessimism looking at this. One feels genuine incomprehension that nobody saw how bad this was. There are dramatic outbursts by the reckless and despicable jerks. The credulous fools cause tedium. This was not enduringly fascinating or relentlessly interesting.
The gang lack complex smarts and have larky defiance of logic. They lack thespian oomph. There is no sharp and vigorous sense of drama. There are no lovable idiots just wooden acting and ludicrous plotting. This was not diverting or compelling. This was atrocious. The gang utter daft utterances, have petty grievances and seething rage while ignoring a man’s grave concern that there is something in the woods. This was not extremely intense. The overexcited twits die in this entirely daft film. Blame is apportioned and the ending is incoherent.
“Alien Autopsy huge!”
There is a social mixture on the plane. Why did they open the cockpit door? The hijackers face repeated entreaties. They act with impunity. The plane flies to Beirut. A General (Vaughn) oozes smarm and smug. Marvin is grizzled and seems too old to be a Delta Force operative.
A bitter conflict is kicked off by the baddies with diabolical pride and ferocity. Someone tries to lecture a baddie on gun safety. A stupid child whines. Baddies plunge into acts of lawlessness. Passports are collected and a German flight attendant is made to pick out the Jews. This film has some effective moments and that is one of them. There are 144 passengers on the plane, one is killed and some are off-loaded. Terrible threats are issued against passengers. Dread doom is threatened and Chuck Norris takes on troublesome adversaries as a Delta Force operative.
The baddies are not born intriguers. There is continual strife. Wrath is fuelled. Righteousness declines. There are ominous consequences and things bode no good for the hostages. New baddies get on the plane twice. Oddly no one notices this. The supercilious threatening baddies have severity. A dead body which is an obvious dummy is tossed off the plane. The baddies are led by malice. Evil minded men kill an orthodox priest. Why is a newspaper in Lebanon written in English?
This was okay. The ending is totally OTT. One Delta Force guy dies thanks to the quite vile behaviour of by stroppy difficult rude people. There is no meaty content and this had no deft or dexterity.
“Do not provoke me!”
“Ladies and children.”
“You cannot land in our country; we have enough trouble without you!”
“Thank god the women are safe.”
“It’s a go, take em down!”
“Speak or you’re dead.”