"Yes.. mm hmm.. it was this very room. Was it this room, mum? Hmmm..... I remember. Yes. This was the room. Yes. I have a memory! Of this room.... This room, mummy? Mm hmm. Yes. I believe it was this room. I remember, the memory....in this room."
Imagine Tilda Swinton and latex aged Tilda Swinton having variations of the above conversation, in various rooms of some funky old British looking hotel, for 96 minutes. Oh, and I see dead people- literally see them coming from the FIRST scene.
I would possibly be a bit more forgiving of this film if it were a first time director, but it isn't. There is nothing, and I do mean NOTHING tra-la-la! Redeemable about this. I felt my intelligence insulted by its pretension. I never write reviews, but this is one of the worst movies I have ever seen in my life, and I've seen a lot more than your average person. Dreadful.
Imagine Tilda Swinton and latex aged Tilda Swinton having variations of the above conversation, in various rooms of some funky old British looking hotel, for 96 minutes. Oh, and I see dead people- literally see them coming from the FIRST scene.
I would possibly be a bit more forgiving of this film if it were a first time director, but it isn't. There is nothing, and I do mean NOTHING tra-la-la! Redeemable about this. I felt my intelligence insulted by its pretension. I never write reviews, but this is one of the worst movies I have ever seen in my life, and I've seen a lot more than your average person. Dreadful.