WARNING! POTENTIAL SPOILERS! So don’t moan that I didn’t warn you. If there is one thing I’ve learned from years of rummaging through the damp, flickering basement of the horror genre, it’s this: never, under any circumstances, take a job that involves overnight shifts and industrial quantities of formaldehyde. But thank the unholy powers that…
I don’t like video game adaptations. I mean, unless they’re done by Uwe Boll. But as a rule I avoid this sorts of things like the plague. Resident Evil, Silent Hill, whatever the fuck Borderlands was, these are the kinds of cinematic catastrophes that commint the cardinal sin of not even being so bad that…