Full pee. It's not a movie, it's just horror. I mean, it's not very well made. To put it in the language of the infinitely respected Puchkov-Goblin – full pe. What should be frightening only causes a feeling of awkwardness. The dead in ridiculous masks and costumes, the blood is orange, half the film is hidden in thick smoke, which should depict a mysterious fog. The story itself is unwritten, raw, dialogues are wooden. It is clear that the 77th year, and that Voskanyan and Dadashyan are not Carpenter and Polansky, but you do not want to make a discount on unpromoted names and technologies of the last century. Because at the same time, some were already shooting in the genre of “horror” their uncomplicated masterpieces, and others – this is it. A special thank you to the composer, worked hard. Music in a horror movie is meant to do what? The right thing to do is to symbolize, escalate, scare again. But here a terrible cacophony hammers everything and everything. It's so intrusive that you want to turn it off in 5 minutes. What am I talking about? The 77th year, and Rob Wallace is not Ennio Morricone.
One point was put exclusively for the cute main character, quite lively played in several non-key scenes. She reminded me of our Chursin. No, no, God forbid, not the depth of the experience of the role and not the emotional fulfillment! It's just a little similar.
1 out of 10