Katiegoldberg

Honestly, the first act of this film is SENSATIONAL - I was absolutely riveted. The opening moments threw us straight into the heat of a nuclear crisis, and I got bona fide goosebumps. I even teared up, not just from the tension but from the sheer weight of what was playing out on screen. You can feel the precision behind every shot and performance - it's electric filmmaking that grabs you by the throat and doesn't let go.

Then... it kind of loses its footing. Despite the stellar ensemble the narrative starts to feel stretched. The same moment is replayed from different perspectives, and while that structure is ambitious, after a while it made me glance at the clock. It's like getting back into the same car ride over and over but from the backseat, front seat and then third row.

Still, despite its uneven second half, it's absolutely worth a watch. For all its flaws, the concept remains compelling, the production value top-tier, and those early moments stick with you. If you're in the mood for a thriller that keeps your heart pounding and stays on your mind afterwards, this is one to slot into your weekend watch.

The story's simpler than teaching a dog to sit. I'll keep it short so I don't spoil anything - and so you have some idea of what I wasted seventy minutes of my life on.

A young man named Todd, clearly broken (at first I thought he was a junkie, turns out he's just seriously ill), drives out to his grandpa's countryside house with his dog, Indy. Through some painfully clunky exposition with his sister (his only surviving relative), we learn that the rest of the family "passed away in this house" - and, quote, "at quite a young age." That's when I started wondering if Todd had come here to die too and the monster was meant to represent his suicidal thoughts.

As soon as they arrive, Indy senses something sinister lurking in the house. But, being a dog, he can't exactly say that - so he just sighs sadly and hopes Todd figures it out himself.

Also, there's no "filming from the dog's point of view" like the title suggests - that was just the marketing team's genius promotional idea. A more accurate translation would've been "At Dog-Eye Level." We get lots of close-ups of this adorable pup - his velvet button nose, his eyes full of endless sorrow - and that's basically the film's entire contribution to the horror genre.

I was expecting double tension: fear for the owner, who'd face supernatural evil for his loyal dog, and fear for the dog himself - because, come on, no one wants to see harm come to a good boy.

I braced myself to cry for that dog three times over... and ended up feeling nothing.

The film plays more like a home video from an obsessed dog owner a a 90-minute slideshow of, "Look at my amazing dog!" And to be fair, the dog is amazing. My own dog watched the movie without looking away once. She loved it. I yawned.

The concept had potential. Maybe the real "evil" was supposed to be how the dog feels his owner's pain - that could've been something. I love dogs, and if the film had leaned into that emotional core, even my stone heart would've melted.

Instead, I just cooed at Indy's cuteness while enduring cringe dialogue and flat delivery that made every "serious" line unintentionally funny.

So to sum it up, this is just another case of patching a plot hole with an "original concept." A horror movie that's about as scary as an inflatable hammer. The only thing frightening here is what it does to the genre's reputation. But Indy, bless him, deserves his own little Oscar - for 'Best Fluffy Ball of Anxiety in a Non-Scary Horror Film'.

Okay, full disclosure: I know full well I'm so biased on this one, but I really enjoyed 'Regretting You'. From the moment the first frame rolled I was drawn in - visually it's gorgeous, the leads are absolutely stunning, and yes, my heartstrings were tugged. Any film that gets a tear out of me instantly gets a higher rating in my book, haha.

I'll admit: I've read the book (by Colleen Hoover) so there was extra nostalgia and expectation baked in. The film adaptation doesn't always dig as deep as one might hope - some character arcs feel glossed over, some of the emotional beats just skim the surface. Critics have flagged uneven storytelling and tonal whiplash. But honestly? For me it didn't matter, because what it does deliver is warm, cute, and full of heart.

If you're after a perfect chick-flick with a lot of heart, this is your match. The daughter-mother dynamics, the romance, the grief, the scenic backdrops - it comes together into something that's far from perfect, but deeply enjoyable. Sure, it could've been deeper, but sometimes you just want to be moved, to smile, to sniffle, to leave the cinema feeling something. And that's exactly what I got.