Ya got that right. I've sat thru full-bore horror movie splatterfests that creeped me out less than this thing.
I can save myself the cost of a ticket by googling some feline furry porn and watching the neighborhood cats lick their nether regions while listening to some broadway musical recordings. No reason to waste twenty dollars.
The more I hear of this movie the more I think I am going to need tissues, and not because I am crying. I am thinking this might be the extremely rare occasion that I need to have someone to pounce after watching.
Not bad. Not great. Dissing it has become fashionable. No cat assholes?! 8 people at 10am showing. Bar didn't open until 11 (Cobb county...) Music wasn't immersive, it was 2 dimensional. Ears were very emotive. Tails were synchronized. Heavy pharmaceuticals recommended.
The film’s getting a “patch” to fix problems with the effects. https://apple.news/ASL8AiLTeS1mhPFpF4JISMA
That's Andrew Lloyd Webber for ya. The main distinguishing features of his music are (1) the frequent plagiarism, and (2) being like an airplane that just keeps circling and circling and circling the runway and never fucking lands.
I saw Cats on Broadway in the 80s and enjoyed the experience. Maybe there was something wrong with the theater's sound system, although the previews for other movies sounded good.
I was taken to see it by someone who was obsessed with the play and saw the play in several countries. They loved it. It was unbelievably terrible. Also the singing sounded awful, like truly awful. But I don't recommend seeing it like you might see sharknado because it was very boring.
The latter option is not recommended, it seems. I'll never be able to look at Rebel Wilson the same way again.
fuck i actually have a date to do 'shrooms for this flick next week with a ridiculously hot girl and now I'm not sure that a Cronenberg film might not better increase my odds?