Mr. Cushing's beard"-a follicular enigma. It sprouts forth like a determined dandelion, only to vanish mysteriously in the next frame. Was it a contractual clause? A follicular feud? We may never know.
Now, Eric Roberts-the villain with a twist. Picture him swaying, a tad tipsy, as if the script whispered secrets in his ear. Perhaps he sprinted from one set to another, fueled by adrenaline and a dash of liquid courage. But hey, who needs sobriety when you're chasing cinematic chaos?
And the CGI-oh, the fickle digital sprite. In one scene, it conjures dragons that'd make Tolkien raise an eyebrow. But wait, in the next, it burps up pixelated squirrels. Consistency? Nah, it's on vacation, sipping piña coladas by the rendering pool.
But here's the kicker: I enjoyed it. Yes, the rollercoaster of absurdity-the asylum movie. It's like that quirky aunt who shows up uninvited, spills tea on the carpet, and leaves you laughing. Because life needs a dash of "what just happened?" and a sprinkle of "why not?"
So, fellow viewer, embrace the beard fluctuations, raise a glass to Roberts' tipsiness, and play CGI bingo. Asylum movies-they're the wacky carnival where logic takes a smoke break. And remember, it's okay to laugh. After all, sanity is overrated.
There you have it-a review that dances between reality and whimsy, just like an asylum movie.
