Chilling opening scene. The movie kicks off in the 1960s with Stephen Lang as a smooth architect (serial?) killer. I'm all in. Off to a good start. Stephen Lang brought me into this movie in the first place. After the first few minutes, the 1960s and Stephen Lang are gone and it turns into 2020 or 2021 with Shane West (I always liked him) and his whiny medical doctor or nurse Wife who exists to remind us of the C19 pandemic, how being a pretty young woman in the workplace is such a drag and how the neighborhood would not have welcomed her non-White Grandmother back in the day. Who cares?! I just want to watch a horror movie. A random dude, who's not Stephen Lang, stabs a random Uber driver dude. I'm assuming this will be Lang's son because movies like this tend to be predictable. Back to the Wife. She's talking to her co-worker who whines about having lupus and not wanting kids with her Husband. As this point, I exited the movie. More soap then horror.
Review of Mid-Century
