Movie Review: Oh, bother—“WINNIE-THE-POOH: BLOOD AND HONEY” is a film of very little brain
A prime example of a clickbait-friendly project realized without a shred of wit or imagination.
A prime example of a clickbait-friendly project realized without a shred of wit or imagination.
There are only so many times you can watch someone’s body or throat get violently savaged, with an accompanying geyser of blood, before a sameness sets in.
Had Ingmar Bergman directed a "CREEPSHOW" remake, it might have looked something like this.
Gabriel Bier Gislason’s feature debut is both a cross-cultural queer love story and a tale of demonic (dybbuk) possession that sources its mythology from Jewish folklore.
It’s a lot more inventive than many similar films that have come before.