I'm yet to be able to get my head around all the sharp, rapid and graphically intense images that my poor frontal lobe has had to absorb. Many have told me it isn't worth the hype which i can agree with but i don't think it's the poorest film by far. Yet, one of my deepest criticisms is just how exposed the 'thing' was so early on in the film. At times, it was insipid and lacking in something but then i just guess it's appropriate for the setting; these people are completely disorganised and equally, if not, more disoriented than I am! Nonetheless, there were exasperated sighs of disappointment among the audience as the ending drew to a close.
I'd like to think of the film as the New York enduring a similar structural battering as London did in 28 weeks later. I'll never be able to forgive the Americans for firebombing my beloved Canary Wharf in that motion picture and naturally it was a masculine gruff who gave the command to do so. However, now is not the time for me to be embarking on a discourse into stereotypes of men in media.
GOOD NIGHT.
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