Maniacally singing a jolly tune while using your live victim as muppet? That’s just gross.
Ripping out your own eyeballs and taking cutting out someone’s spine is one thing. Maybe it was the fact that –even though it’s mean to be a satire of consumerism - the film just takes itself too seriously and it doesn’t let up. With horror comes an expected level of gore and vulgarity, but this reached a ridiculous level of creepy. The relief soon fades and you feel thankful for earplugs. Stewart Head and Sarah Brightman (who plays Blind Mag, and whose collaboration with Andrea Bocelli gives me all sorts of wonderful feelings) are the two lights at the end of this bloody tunnel belting out those badass notes when you need them most. Sadly, there isn’t enough vocal talent to balance out the writing you can tell that Pena Vega is really trying, but she can’t seem to hit those notes where they’re needed. With the exception of a couple numbers, the lyrics are mostly annoying and redundant. You’d expect some wit from a score that covers grave-robbing and organ resections, but it’s just awful. Why is it never daylight in the 2050s? Even if people are dying left and right, does the city literally have to be in ruins? Why is the wallpaper so awful? Who let this movie happen?Īs it should be with all musicals, the first thing to be scrutinized should be the music: and it sucks.
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