How could I do this to myself? How could I allow myself to watch a movie this bad? Is this a manifestation of a deep-rooted self-loathing that I have not addressed?
I am almost half a century old, and I have seen a LOT of movies in my lifetime, but this was THE #1 WORST movie I have ever watched to the end.
The acting is so horrible that it seems the characters themselves don't even like this movie...and they're the ones in it! Have any of them ever had acting lessons? I am convinced the producer just picked random people while walking through the grocery store one day and asked them to play these parts, and they said "Sure, why not."
The plot is nonsensical and incomplete. It's like someone just taped all the scenes together with Duck Tape and forced it to be a movie against its will.
This movie is so bad that it is protesting against itself. It doesn't even want to be a movie.
It feels mistreated and abused, and it is still harboring anger and resentment against the producers and studio for forcing it to be a movie. It never even wanted to be made, but they made it anyway, and now this movie is ashamed of what it has become.
It knows it's not its own fault, but yet it still feels guilty and dirty for becoming a movie, and being seen by actual people. It's just that bad. So bad, in fact, that the movie itself has become depressed and traumatized, and is now a troubled film with lots of baggage to work through.
I hope no one ever does this to another film. I hope no one ever again picks random people from a Wal-Mart parking lot, shoves a script into their hands, and then records their lines on film 3hrs later. I hope no one ever again writes a screenplay while under sedation lying on the operating table waiting for surgery. I hope my eyes and brain forgive me for watching the entire 90+ minutes of the abomination.
I honestly meant well. I thought it would get better. I thought there would be some big twist, reveal, or climax that made the initial mind-numbing torture of watching the film a fair and reasonable price to pay, but alas, there was not.
I have violated myself by watching Dust Walker, and I hope I can live long enough to forgive myself for this. But one thing is for sure, I will never do that to myself again, because I love myself too much.
And for everyone reading this review, my hope for you is that you will love yourself enough to not watch this film. Skip it, if not for yourself, then skip it for your children, and for your children's children. Why add more embarrassment and shame to this movie's shattered self-image. It already feels horrible for being what it is. Please do the right thing...and never, ever watch it. I beg you.
I am almost half a century old, and I have seen a LOT of movies in my lifetime, but this was THE #1 WORST movie I have ever watched to the end.
The acting is so horrible that it seems the characters themselves don't even like this movie...and they're the ones in it! Have any of them ever had acting lessons? I am convinced the producer just picked random people while walking through the grocery store one day and asked them to play these parts, and they said "Sure, why not."
The plot is nonsensical and incomplete. It's like someone just taped all the scenes together with Duck Tape and forced it to be a movie against its will.
This movie is so bad that it is protesting against itself. It doesn't even want to be a movie.
It feels mistreated and abused, and it is still harboring anger and resentment against the producers and studio for forcing it to be a movie. It never even wanted to be made, but they made it anyway, and now this movie is ashamed of what it has become.
It knows it's not its own fault, but yet it still feels guilty and dirty for becoming a movie, and being seen by actual people. It's just that bad. So bad, in fact, that the movie itself has become depressed and traumatized, and is now a troubled film with lots of baggage to work through.
I hope no one ever does this to another film. I hope no one ever again picks random people from a Wal-Mart parking lot, shoves a script into their hands, and then records their lines on film 3hrs later. I hope no one ever again writes a screenplay while under sedation lying on the operating table waiting for surgery. I hope my eyes and brain forgive me for watching the entire 90+ minutes of the abomination.
I honestly meant well. I thought it would get better. I thought there would be some big twist, reveal, or climax that made the initial mind-numbing torture of watching the film a fair and reasonable price to pay, but alas, there was not.
I have violated myself by watching Dust Walker, and I hope I can live long enough to forgive myself for this. But one thing is for sure, I will never do that to myself again, because I love myself too much.
And for everyone reading this review, my hope for you is that you will love yourself enough to not watch this film. Skip it, if not for yourself, then skip it for your children, and for your children's children. Why add more embarrassment and shame to this movie's shattered self-image. It already feels horrible for being what it is. Please do the right thing...and never, ever watch it. I beg you.