The english language almost fails me here.
I was looking for an alright movie to pass the time on an afternoon while I was down with the flu. Something charmingly inept and entertaining or potentially decent and watchable. You just never know beforehand. Polaroid finds itself at the precise halfway point, in the unholy abyss of mediocrity, the depressing 5/10 sludge that I dread.
If the word "eh" turned into a movie it'd be this. Devoid of any creativity, style, charm, suspense, horror. It left my brain before it entered it, I'm somewhat shocked this isn't a direct-to-Netflix movie.
Despite the exhaustive lack of originality this could have been ok, had it been much better or much worse. Avoid at all costs. It excels at being dull to the point where it's somehow even too dull to fall asleep to. A strange loop that must have appeared in one of Douglas Hofstadter's nightmares at some point.
I was looking for an alright movie to pass the time on an afternoon while I was down with the flu. Something charmingly inept and entertaining or potentially decent and watchable. You just never know beforehand. Polaroid finds itself at the precise halfway point, in the unholy abyss of mediocrity, the depressing 5/10 sludge that I dread.
If the word "eh" turned into a movie it'd be this. Devoid of any creativity, style, charm, suspense, horror. It left my brain before it entered it, I'm somewhat shocked this isn't a direct-to-Netflix movie.
Despite the exhaustive lack of originality this could have been ok, had it been much better or much worse. Avoid at all costs. It excels at being dull to the point where it's somehow even too dull to fall asleep to. A strange loop that must have appeared in one of Douglas Hofstadter's nightmares at some point.