Jogger

As a big fan of both the horror genre in general and indie films I was excited to watch this when I saw it listed at a horror convention. I even met Michael Romano there.

Let me just say that I was thoroughly dissapointed in this film, and meeting the man responsible for it was not much better.

Overall it was just a lazy, poorly thrown together collection of worn out ideas. Of course I have to ask; what more can you expect from a man who attends a convention looking like a homeless person?

I sincerely hope if he's going to continue down this path that he will put at least little bit more effort than this into his next project. A shower wouldn't be a bad idea either.

To the user who called me rude, I'm pretty sure you are Michael. People wouldn't assume you live in your car if your hair wasn't a greasy mess and your clothes actually fit you.

The Jogger is a visually stunning yet narratively familiar adventure that offers enough charm and spectacle to entertain, even if it doesn't break new ground. Directed with flair and anchored by a solid lead performance, the film follows the classic hero's arc with a mix of heart, humor, and high-stakes drama.

The story centers around a reluctant protagonist who is thrust into extraordinary circumstances and must overcome personal and external obstacles to save something greater than themselves. Along the way, they form bonds, uncover secrets, and experience moments of growth that, while predictable, are still satisfying to watch unfold.

Visually, the film is impressive. The cinematography captures breathtaking landscapes and well-choreographed action sequences, supported by a dynamic musical score that adds emotional depth. The special effects are well-executed, enhancing rather than overwhelming the story.

While the plot treads familiar ground and occasionally leans on clichés, the performances elevate the material. The supporting cast brings warmth and gravitas, helping to ground the more fantastical elements in real emotion.

Ultimately, The Jogger may not reinvent the genre, but it delivers a solid, enjoyable experience. It's a movie that reminds audiences why classic storytelling tropes endure-because when done well, they still work. Perfect for a casual watch when you're in the mood for an uplifting escape.

Jogger sets out to be a chilling supernatural thriller, but what it delivers instead is a tedious and deeply misogynistic slog through worn-out tropes and lazy storytelling. Despite its eerie premise-a young woman named Julie returns from the grave to torment her killer, Charlie-the film fails to rise above cliché or justify its existence in an already overcrowded genre.

From the outset, Jogger revels in the brutalization of its female lead. Julie, described as "vibrant" and full of life, is reduced to a narrative device, existing solely to suffer and then exact revenge in a manner that feels more punitive than empowering. Her character is never developed beyond the archetype of the beautiful victim, and her murder is portrayed with disturbing detail and little narrative necessity-an exploitative choice that highlights the film's uncomfortable fixation on female pain.

Worse still, the film seems far more interested in the emotional toll her death takes on Charlie, her killer, than in honoring Julie's experience. Viewers are asked to sympathize with a man being haunted-not with the woman whose life he ended. This lopsided perspective not only reinforces a troubling gender dynamic but also suggests that the real tragedy is his suffering, not hers. It's a textbook example of misogynistic storytelling, cloaked in the superficial guise of a ghost story.

As for the pacing, Jogger plods along with all the urgency of a Sunday stroll. Scenes drag, dialogue is stilted, and the supposed psychological tension never materializes into anything more than repetitive jump scares and dreary monologues. The cinematography does little to elevate the experience, with uninspired visuals and a washed-out palette that mirrors the lifeless script.

Even the ghostly revenge arc-arguably the most promising element-feels like an afterthought. Julie's presence is underutilized, and her moments of retribution lack the cathartic bite needed to make the audience feel anything but boredom. Instead of building a compelling arc, the film lurches from one tedious sequence to another, culminating in a finale that is both predictable and unsatisfying.

In short, Jogger is not only boring-it's offensively so. It mistakes violence against women for drama, guilt for depth, and monotony for atmosphere. Skip this one. Your time-and your respect for storytelling-deserve better.

So I found this short film through a friend, who shared a post about it on a social media platform, and really the best thing I can say about it is that it isn't the worst movie I've watched. That's about all I can say.

The entire thing was just unimpressive. I couldn't help but wonder if this was a school project for the actors and writers, it felt so forced, as if they really just wanted to get through it for a grade.

They certainly did not put any effort into the writing. As another user pointed out, it's absolutely nothing bit cliche after cliche.

On the bright side it is mercifully short, so get ready for the longest 15 minutes of your day.

I approached Jogger expecting horror, but what I got felt closer to a spiritual odyssey in moisture-wicking fabric. It's not so much a film as it is a quiet confrontation with the concept of momentum.

The cinematography oscillates between "deliberately disorienting" and "someone forgot the tripod." The sound design is subtle, almost daringly so-at one point I thought my speakers had broken, but no, it was just ambience. Visually, the film is a blend of handheld immediacy and "we just found this flashlight." The audio design is hauntingly realistic-I could almost hear the regret of agreeing to be in the film.

In conclusion: Jogger is a film. It contains movement, shadows, and at least one decision. Highly recommended for fans of cardio, abstraction, and mild confusion. In all seriousness, I'd recommend looking in a crackhead's window over watching this film..but if you did you may unfortunately find the writer/director sitting inside.