Hey, everybody.

I'm here, Mr. Hem Hollandeu from Free Domain.

So I did go and see the movie.

I'm into a late-night showing of the movie Long Legs with Nicholas Cage and Blair Underwood

and some woman who apparently was told by the director throughout the entire movie to act as if she was both frightened, frigidly cold, and needing to pee.

Just this kind of uneasy Jeff Goldblum in a skit kind of tension that didn't really have

any characterization to it.

There's going to be some spoilers in this, but there's also going to be a real wallop of

insight.

So I'll keep this relatively brief.

So basically it was just a pastiche of all the cliches you could possibly come up with with regards to horror movies, right?

You had the killer clown, which was Nick Cage in some pancake makeup nonsense.

You had, you know, the frightened FBI agent, which I guess is a nod to Silence of the Lambs.

You had dolls, of course, the creepy dolls with the eyes opening and all that kind of stuff.

You had improbable lighting where everything's really dark, except for the beams of light coming in from outside with no particular source just to make things look.

Cool.

You had Christian cross-ax murderers.

You had terrifying nuns.

You had, like, every possible cliche.

It's like if AI assembled a jigsaw puzzle of horror movie clichéshays and jammed it

into one appetizing hour and a half snooze fest.

They had an audio assault.

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