A man-wimp and his wife get mugged on the big city street after eating out. By a homeless man with a gun. The writers of this movie have something against poor people. They present the world of the couple as being "clean and perfect". Okay.
The couple have serious psychological problems afterwards (?), and consider moving to a small town. Instead of taking Bruce Lee Taekwondo classes or getting a pistol like Charles Bronson did, they decide to abruptly move away.
They find a nice place in some quiet little town. It seems no Mexicans live there either.
And then they have an extremely friendly elderly couple who bring them organic vegetables and fruits. In baskets. Every day. The horror, the horror.
The movie is so utterly ridiculous, and every scene is contrived and pointless. The actors are all extremely bland and boring. The houses are brand new and look like they have never been lived in.
You really don't care what happens to anyone at all. Unless you enjoy these totally unrealistic movies.
You would think that the city couple moved next door to Jack the Ripper, or Abdullah the Butcher. But no, just two simple and easy to handle quinquagenarians (50-59 years old), or sexagenarians (60 and 69 years old).
And man-wimp doesn't fare much better in this confrontation either.
I don't know what happened to masculinity.
The couple have serious psychological problems afterwards (?), and consider moving to a small town. Instead of taking Bruce Lee Taekwondo classes or getting a pistol like Charles Bronson did, they decide to abruptly move away.
They find a nice place in some quiet little town. It seems no Mexicans live there either.
And then they have an extremely friendly elderly couple who bring them organic vegetables and fruits. In baskets. Every day. The horror, the horror.
The movie is so utterly ridiculous, and every scene is contrived and pointless. The actors are all extremely bland and boring. The houses are brand new and look like they have never been lived in.
You really don't care what happens to anyone at all. Unless you enjoy these totally unrealistic movies.
You would think that the city couple moved next door to Jack the Ripper, or Abdullah the Butcher. But no, just two simple and easy to handle quinquagenarians (50-59 years old), or sexagenarians (60 and 69 years old).
And man-wimp doesn't fare much better in this confrontation either.
I don't know what happened to masculinity.