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I watched a good remake by mistake and now I’m mad as hell
Hollywood, please stop doing this. I beg you.
Let me tell you a story. I woke up today feeling rather blue and lonely for reasons that don’t concern you. I urgently needed the company of a good movie this Friday. However, if you know this account well, you might’ve realized by now that here we think modern Hollywood has mostly been hijacked by talentless, immature children with the storytelling abilities of a retarded horse.
Bad experiences with newer films have made me skeptical. When I need the amiable comfort of a film, I tend to resort to proven works I have already seen and that I know will deliver with honors. However, after watching Dune I felt that perhaps it was not a bad idea to try something new and modern.
That’s when I saw that Netflix was advertising a film with a premise that sounded incredibly appealing: Jake Gyllenhall plays a 911 dispatcher who attends an emergency call that’s about to fuck his life up big time.
I’m a sucker for mysteries, the unexplained and the far-fetched theories that come along with the speculation. I figured that a film which appeared to rely almost entirely on…
