Tonight was my first visit to the cinema since before lockdown and what better way to return than to watch a critically acclaimed horror on Halloween night.
Regrettably, St Maud lacked in scares and overdosed on artsy-fartsy nothingness typically found in low-budget independent horror films. Babadook and Mandy sprung to mind after 30 minutes when I could feel not only my arse aching but a desire to leave the cinema that I had not experienced for a long time.
I want my wasted hours back.
Regrettably, St Maud lacked in scares and overdosed on artsy-fartsy nothingness typically found in low-budget independent horror films. Babadook and Mandy sprung to mind after 30 minutes when I could feel not only my arse aching but a desire to leave the cinema that I had not experienced for a long time.
I want my wasted hours back.