the ruins
… is wrong in all the wrong ways. The book… oh my, the book. There was so much right with the Ruins on paper and it just crumbled and mutated and vomited on celluloid. It went from dramatic, exciting and intoxicating to boring, yawn and toxic.
Sure, the acting was mediocre and the direction was blah. Fine, that’s to be expected. But the story was adapted by the fucking author? How does it get so impressively wretch? The wrong people were used in the wrong ways and the story was paced too predictably. And the end. Holy hell. I’m not getting into it, but I’ve never seen anyone try so hard to make something suck as the ending of this one.
Granted, as a movie seen without reading the book prior, it’s probably not terrible. I just had the misfortune of having expectations that were immediately taken into a dark, damp room, cinematically raped and left for dead.
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