Marionette

Oh man, can this movie go jump in the sea and never come back. 90 minutes of that of waiting for the movie to build towards something, and when it finally does, and it feels like this interminable slog is over, there’s still a half hour to go. The movie literally resets itself and provides a new mystery to unravel. All with the same boring, uninteresting protagonist. And then … after two hours … when the answer is finally revealed … THEY ST. ELSEWHERE THE MOVIE. Seriously, the whole fucking thing is the imagination of a grieving kid. WHAT IS THE POINT OF THE MOVIE?!? The kid is never the focal point! Why were we following around a psychiatrist, and watching her husband die, and she moved to Scotland to start a new life, and gets a boyfriend, and joins a reading group … WHY IS A 10 YEAR OLD KID IMAGINING ALL THIS?!? Most of the movie is making the viewer FEAR the kid because he’s either psychic or can manifest what he draws into reality. Nope! In the last two minutes, none of what we saw is real, we’re supposed to suddenly feel sorry for him? No. No. NO. Fuck right off with that. Fuck right off. I was prepared to at give this a 5/10 for being an interesting concept with a wonky execution. But when you waste two hours of my time with a bullshit it-was-all-a-dream ending, and then have the audacity to make the dreamer the person we thought was the villain, and now he’s not? No. This movie is a waste. It has no point to exist. Don’t make the mistake I made of watching it. Clip your toenails. Mow the lawn. Alphabetize your DVD collection. Do anything else.