Good luck staying awake.
Using blasts of shrill, high-decibel noise in place of actual scares has become a common horror-movie tactic, the cinematic equivalent of botox, silicone, and penile-enhancement surgery.
I stared at A Nightmare on Elm Street with weary resignation. The movie consists of a series of teenagers who are introduced, haunted by nightmares and then slashed to death by Freddy. So what?
Too many more remakes as dull and bland as A Nightmare on Elm Street could kill off horror movies for good.
The novelty has long since worn off, and cheap, generic scares are all that are left
I'm not convinced that repeated assaults to the groin, bee stings to the eyes, raccoon pee in the mouth, or skunk stink sprayed head to toe is the way to teach ecological balance.
The animals here don’t talk; that’s the movie’s one saving grace.
A stupid, mean-spirited little movie that ranks down there with the worst in recent memory. Distant memory, too
Furry Vengeance is fundamentally about Brendan Fraser getting beat up by creepily anthropomorphized animals. Proceed at your own risk.
So both are mildly better than Avatar?
I predict both will be head and shoulders above Scott Pilgrim.