Nicolas Cage wouldn't even have been able to save this one.
A dreadful adaptation of Greg Sestero and Tom Bissell's excellent book, designed solely to fuel the ego of one James Franco. So much is changed from the book, to the point where simple details are inaccurate (example: the sequence with Bryan Cranston happened with another person completely and the figure was Janusz Kaminski). The acting is actually worse than in The Room and the screenplay is what you'd expect from a pair of hack writers (this seriously was nominated for…
The worst movie of the summer so far. This cheap-looking film seems to exist for the sole reason of appealing to fans of David Tennant (who is ridiculously unbelievable as a "genius" serial killer). The film starts as a ripoff of Don't Breathe before devolving into every 2000's straight-to-DVD thriller. The premise makes little sense, the characters are flat, and because the director self-financed and distributed the film, it also runs 20 minutes too long.
This film should have rotted in the lower bowels of VOD, not opened in 2,000 theatres over a far better film could have filled that auditorium this showed up in.