I've been waiting for this film for three years. Unfortunately, it's very hard to love. The violence is surprisingly tame, and no murder is shown on screen. (Beware, Terrifier fans!) It's not even PG-13, it's borderline PG. The recent trend of making films as desaturated and bleak as possible has plagued Time Cut as well, which simply makes no sense since the 2000s were famously colorful to the point of tastelessness. The editing is another issue-it's too twitchy to ignore. The killer teleports so much even Jason Voorhees would get uncomfortable, and his mask is some Max Headroom knock-off. Most importantly, the script itself is so increasingly fatigued that the third act can only be described as anticlimactic and unsatisfactory.
The silver lining is that it has a variety of modern Canadian scream queens: Marina Stephenson Kerr (in a clearly reduced to blink-and-you'll-miss-it role; Channel Zero), Sydney Sabiston (All Fun and Games), Megan Best (Elevator Game) and Summer Howell (in what might be described as a cameo; Curse of Chucky). Alas, the lead actors didn't impress me that much. The soundtrack is decent and full of familiar songs of the era. The only truly satisfying thing might be the clothes-they were on-brand for the decade. The costume designer is arguably the only person involved who was actually invested in her job.
All and all, no matter how you look at Time Cut, it's just not enough. It lacks some of the vital skills of a horror film, such as being scary. It's not funny, it's not smart, it's not totally killer, and it's not even trendy. Ugh, as if!
