The fact that this movie has anything above a one-star rating truly boggles my mind. It felt like something a high school drama class might throw together as a final project—maybe they’d get a C just because the teacher felt bad for them after all that effort.
You can blatantly tell the knife they used was plastic. And not even decent plastic—I’m talking about last-minute Halloween shopping at Walmart plastic. The kind that nobody buys because it’s been bent by kids pretending to stab each other in the aisle.
I kept asking myself more questions about the plot than I got answers, which made it hard to focus on anything actually happening on screen. The acting? Passable, but honestly, I feel like any random guy off the street could have pulled it off just as well. And the plot? Rushed, incomplete, and painfully predictable.
If you’re the type who can listen to Mariah Carey’s Christmas music on loop through the holidays, you might find some enjoyment here. But if you’re more into the classics with a little Michael Bublé sprinkled in, do yourself a favor—skip this one.