This movie could've easily been a tight 15 minutes, but no—apparently, we needed to be subjected to every excruciating, dragged-out moment. It’s like they thought, "How can we make people suffer more? Let’s stretch out every scene!" By the end, I felt like I had aged a few years. Watching paint dry would've been a thrill compared to this. It was just one long cringe marathon that I didn’t sign up for, but hey, at least now I know what it feels like to have my soul slowly drained.