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I just had the grave misfortune of having seen "Knock Knock". There are many horror aspects to this movie; the terrible acting, the Diablo Cody-esque dialogue, the tricks meant to be "twists", pretty much everything but the movie itself. I should've known better than to think Keanu Reeves could partially save an Eli Roth production. At this point it feels like I watch Eli Roth films as a form of self torture, to bad nothing Roth creates could ever compare to the actual torture of watching one of his movies, more so than any, this one.
Frankly men should be insulted by this movie, not only because it somehow managed to exist, but because they are portrayed as mindless animals, unable to defend against the sexual advances of young women. The movie's intro is pretty much the kind of made up fantasies you'd find in "Penthouse", fiction, so unrealistic it'd have to set in a different universe, like those created for Superheroes to exist in. Unfortunately even the Justice League could never save this movie. Men aren't sharks in blood infested waters, they're human beings capable of thought and logic, to say that ALL men that have been victims of these girls couldn't resist them, that no man could ever said no is blatant misandry. Something that as a feminist I struggled to believe could happen to men until I managed to finish this movie. The girls then proceed to act like children, destroying everything in sight, not really doing anything calculating or taking anything of value. For me to believe that they had done this before, for the "four years" they hadn't been home is ridiculous. Surely someone would of eventually called the police, someone would of found them. Even if the victim lived alone by the time the body has been discovered there would be countless fingerprints and bodily fluids to sift through. I saw this movie not 5 minutes ago and somehow it's already managed to blur into obscurity in my mind. It was so cliché ridden and without cohesive thought, monkeys in a room with a typewriter could assemble a more thoughtful movie than this.
The only way i'd ever recommend this movie is if you've eaten something poisonous and need to induce vomiting.
I just had the grave misfortune of having seen "Knock Knock". There are many horror aspects to this movie; the terrible acting, the Diablo Cody-esque dialogue, the tricks meant to be "twists", pretty much everything but the movie itself. I should've known better than to think Keanu Reeves could partially save an Eli Roth production. At this point it feels like I watch Eli Roth films as a form of self torture, to bad nothing Roth creates could ever compare to the actual torture of watching one of his movies, more so than any, this one.
Frankly men should be insulted by this movie, not only because it somehow managed to exist, but because they are portrayed as mindless animals, unable to defend against the sexual advances of young women. The movie's intro is pretty much the kind of made up fantasies you'd find in "Penthouse", fiction, so unrealistic it'd have to set in a different universe, like those created for Superheroes to exist in. Unfortunately even the Justice League could never save this movie. Men aren't sharks in blood infested waters, they're human beings capable of thought and logic, to say that ALL men that have been victims of these girls couldn't resist them, that no man could ever said no is blatant misandry. Something that as a feminist I struggled to believe could happen to men until I managed to finish this movie. The girls then proceed to act like children, destroying everything in sight, not really doing anything calculating or taking anything of value. For me to believe that they had done this before, for the "four years" they hadn't been home is ridiculous. Surely someone would of eventually called the police, someone would of found them. Even if the victim lived alone by the time the body has been discovered there would be countless fingerprints and bodily fluids to sift through. I saw this movie not 5 minutes ago and somehow it's already managed to blur into obscurity in my mind. It was so cliché ridden and without cohesive thought, monkeys in a room with a typewriter could assemble a more thoughtful movie than this.
The only way i'd ever recommend this movie is if you've eaten something poisonous and need to induce vomiting.
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