Are you sitting?
You really want to stand?
Are you sure?
OK, it's your funeral.
I found a movie since Hostel that I did not hate with Eli Roth's name attached to it and it's about a killer clown.
There. I said it. WHEW, it feels good to get that off my chest. I feel so much... oh, hey, there, buckaroo? Why are you cringing in the corner? Didja see a ghost? OH!
That "clown" thing.
Well, I told you you should be sitting down.
Seriously, folks, BIG trigger warning, here, if you're coulrophobic, you should skip right on by this review. (But, please, seriously, don't... I need the site traffic.)
It continues that he can't get the damn thing off.
Well, that's worrisome.
Like, REALLY can't get the suit off. It's like someone superglued it on him in his sleep. But, they didn't.
|Get used to that hair, cowboy.
With all of the "blahs" up there, you'd think that I hated this but, to be completely honest, I didn't. It was not genre-changing in the least, and it could use a little pick-me-up in the way of body count and gore but this is a solid story. On the surface, it's your standard monster movie. A heaping helping of "That's not your Daddy, anymore" with a decent sized portion of demonic possession (complete with utterly fictional Scandinavian Demon backstory), and a side order of childhood phobia.
|Cloyne: From the people that brought you Lutefisk... Oh, wait. Lutefisk is a real thing.
|Plus, this little ass-weasel totally deserves whatever he gets, foul mouthed little bullying son-of-a-bitch.
I caught it on YouTube of all places but I wouldn't expect it to be there for long because copyright and stuff.
May I suggest a cotton candy and peanut snack tray?