Beautiful and mesmerizing. There were no humans and no talking. This was a pleasant change of pace from many of the recent movies I've watched. This is what animation is for. I admit to wishing some of it was less ambiguous, but ultimately that probably makes it better.
I saw it as a story about the transformative nature of photography, but covered in so much syrup that I couldn't breath. There's such a thing as too much sentimentality, and this film is a case study.
Someone said this had "...a cast that feels like the Avengers of sexy method weirdos" and that's about right. If this movie was a band it would be "Wannabe Tom Waits and the Accents."
I don't know if Comer's accent was good or not, but it was distracting and ruined every scene she was in.
It left me out of breath and wanting nothing. Anya Taylor-Joy did a fine job of filling impossible-to-fill shoes. Who doesn't love a movie during which you say, "Woah, cool" about 100 times?
Super fun! Maybe one day I'll have had too much Ryan Gosling, but today is not that day. And I adore everything about Emily Blunt. Watching this movie made me happy and that's all I want. It was neat seeing Lee Majors in a cameo.
Fun, creepy, 70s late-night found footage horror. Wondering where and who the devil was going to be was the fun part. After that it was less fun, but still good.
I'd forgotten how annoyingly whiny Rob is. It's like reading my own poetry from high school. I'm just here for the record store and Jack Black's little spinney dance move. And Dick.