I was well aware going into this that I wasn't in for finely honed thespian talents, razor-sharp scripting or Edith Head's following costuming, however I was still left cold.
The point of these types of films is, of course, that perfectly every day things - like trips to the speedway or a day at the country club (both of which I do on a regular basis) - are suddenly transformed into potentially life threatening situations. Death's bony finger could beckon at any time and when that scythe falls there ain't nothing you can do to stop it.
For you see in these films it is death and not love that ultimately wins in the end. A true, if somewhat bleak outlook on life. One supposes that when the former calls, the most you can hope for is to have experienced plenty of the later earlier on in the game.
To be fair, the 3D made the film bearable, if not enjoyable, and there was plenty of cheesy gore to have a giggle at.
In the film a message, seemingly from death itself, gives the characters false-hope that "through action they were saved". I'm afraid that when purchasing your ticket at the box-office, it is through inaction that salvation may truly be found.
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