
Project Almanac movie review: temporal d’oh!
There are things in which horny teenaged boys were not meant to meddle. Like we needed the warning.

There are things in which horny teenaged boys were not meant to meddle. Like we needed the warning.

Quite possibly an alien torture device designed to turn our brains to mush. *sob*

A lurid meatgrinder of a movie in which the young-woman protagonist is reduced to a passive object of male rage, greed, and possessiveness.

Would-be conspiracy thriller undermines its own noble intent with its amateurism and dull, plodding earnestness.

Wait. Really? Horror movies are still doing the punishing-girls-for-having-sex thing? Ah, but this is 80s retro, so it’s “okay,” then.

There’s not much of a story, just a chance to spend more time with the gang of classy sexy randy oldsters. And that’s just fine.

Unpleasant, humor free, and contrary to accepted codes of movie morality. And that’s before it shows its hand as a pile of implausible sentimental mush.

Reaches beyond ordinary laughable movie nonsense to create a moment — only one, alas — that will reign in the annals of cheesy cinematic history.

It’s all a bit satirical. Or maybe not. Look, over there, Shakespeare in a superhero cape!

Quite hilarious in a deeply disturbing way that you won’t want to look straight on at, lest it forever ruin you as a lover of movies.