If you can sit through this non-event without fidgeting, complaining or going insane, then you must have the patience of a saint. Ever considered a career as a Buddhist monk? You should. Or a yoga instructor. Or you could teach anger management classes, helping the highly-strung to count to 10. Or 100. Or 10,000.
This one-hour "movie" (if we can call it that, and I tend to believe we can't) is possibly the most tedious found-in-sewage waste of time ever made. The positive reviews must be all from Buddhist monks and relatives of this Z-horror "film-maker".
This "movie" sets out to "find out whether ghosts are real." Rather than convince me they are real, the movie re-iterated my firm belief in the power of monotony. The power of tedium is a force to be reckoned with, something single-cell prisoners can all attest to. Ironically, they might be the only demographic that would enjoy this movie. I mean, not enjoy it AFTER they leave prison (or just solitary confinement) but DURING their stay in a tiny, windowless prison cell, if someone handed them a TV set. Only someone locked up in a concrete box could find this even remotely interesting, dare I say exciting.
The most exciting moment is when the "film-maker" threatens to kick a ball. He never does though. Because he didn't want to ruin his perfect non-action track record.
That TBG has several sequels is fascinating. Perhaps in those films the writer/director set out to prove not that ghosts exist but that very bad, obscure, shoestring-budget movies can have sequels...
This utterly boring garbage could not have cost more than what... 500 bucks? Maybe I can make a horror film too. I could film lower parts of my body: that would scare most people.
I've seen 10-minute YouTube clips ABOUT movies that cost more than TBG. And look superior. And are far more interesting. But that goes without saying: anything is "far more interesting" than TBG, even the cardboard pizza boxes this "film-maker" used to pay his cast with. A cast of amateurs, of course.
Unemployable amateurs. Who look as bored as I felt. It is impossible to convey how long an hour can be, unless you check out TBG. Then you'll know.
This one-hour "movie" (if we can call it that, and I tend to believe we can't) is possibly the most tedious found-in-sewage waste of time ever made. The positive reviews must be all from Buddhist monks and relatives of this Z-horror "film-maker".
This "movie" sets out to "find out whether ghosts are real." Rather than convince me they are real, the movie re-iterated my firm belief in the power of monotony. The power of tedium is a force to be reckoned with, something single-cell prisoners can all attest to. Ironically, they might be the only demographic that would enjoy this movie. I mean, not enjoy it AFTER they leave prison (or just solitary confinement) but DURING their stay in a tiny, windowless prison cell, if someone handed them a TV set. Only someone locked up in a concrete box could find this even remotely interesting, dare I say exciting.
The most exciting moment is when the "film-maker" threatens to kick a ball. He never does though. Because he didn't want to ruin his perfect non-action track record.
That TBG has several sequels is fascinating. Perhaps in those films the writer/director set out to prove not that ghosts exist but that very bad, obscure, shoestring-budget movies can have sequels...
This utterly boring garbage could not have cost more than what... 500 bucks? Maybe I can make a horror film too. I could film lower parts of my body: that would scare most people.
I've seen 10-minute YouTube clips ABOUT movies that cost more than TBG. And look superior. And are far more interesting. But that goes without saying: anything is "far more interesting" than TBG, even the cardboard pizza boxes this "film-maker" used to pay his cast with. A cast of amateurs, of course.
Unemployable amateurs. Who look as bored as I felt. It is impossible to convey how long an hour can be, unless you check out TBG. Then you'll know.