
The Voices movie review: losing my cool
A chipper woman-hating comedy about a serial killer… that wants us to feel sorry for him? This is disgusting, repulsive, and enraging.

A chipper woman-hating comedy about a serial killer… that wants us to feel sorry for him? This is disgusting, repulsive, and enraging.
It’s the Where’s Waldo of spooky stories. (Where’s the ghost? Find the ghost!) But much less fun.
When the only mildly creepy thing a horror film trailer has to offer doesn’t appear in the actual film, that’s bad.
I can’t remember another weekend like this past one at the box office, which couldn’t be a clearer indication of the difference between how movies aimed at teenagers and very young adults play compared to how movies with more sophisticated appeal do. Look at this…
In Paranormal Activity 2, more regular folks in an ordinary suburban house are haunted by supernatural visitors while some cheap camcorders spy on it all for your entertainment. This flick sprang from (among other films)…
I suppose there’s a sort of cleverness in the direction Paranormal Activity 2 decided to take. Sequels are typically about one-upping their progenitor films by being bigger, faster, louder, more-er of everything. But the filmmakers went in the other direction: They aped the look and feel of Paranormal Activity but made everything else smaller and lesser. It’s a bold choice, if an odd one. And almost entirely predictably, it utterly fails to pay off.
…and I thought I might be able to get to it today, but it’s looking now like that’s not gonna happen. Maybe I can squeeze it in next week. Too many movies, not enough time…
I didn’t find the first film all that terrifying, only momentarily cheaply distracting, and I can’t see how this won’t be more of the same.