rokoskalog
Joined Aug 2023
Welcome to the new profile
Our updates are still in development. While the previous version of the profile is no longer accessible, we're actively working on improvements, and some of the missing features will be returning soon! Stay tuned for their return. In the meantime, the Ratings Analysis is still available on our iOS and Android apps, found on the profile page. To view your Rating Distribution(s) by Year and Genre, please refer to our new Help guide.
Badges2
To learn how to earn badges, go to the badges help page.
Reviews3
rokoskalog's rating
ZERO CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. The first movie was good but 2 and 3 are very nonsensical. The characters are doing stuff out of logic continiously. The characters seem to forget a lot of things about how their life changed because of some people. "Through My Window 3" disappoints on every level. The plot is as thin as tissue paper, with characters as lifeless as cardboard cutouts. The dialogue feels forced and unnatural, leaving audiences cringing at every line. Even the cinematography fails to salvage this mess, with uninspired shots that do nothing to enhance the viewing experience. Save your time and money, and steer clear of this cinematic disaster.
I recently had the misfortune of subjecting myself to the cinematic disaster known as "Infinity Pool," and let me tell you, it was an experience I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy. This film manages to embody everything that can go wrong in the world of filmmaking, from a convoluted plot to abysmal acting and downright nauseating visuals.
Let's start with the plot-or what I could decipher of it amidst the jumbled mess of scenes that seemed to be randomly strung together. It's as if the writers threw every cliché and trope into a blender, hit the puree button, and then served up the resulting concoction as a narrative. I still can't figure out if the director was aiming for avant-garde brilliance or if they just got lost in their own pretentiousness.
The characters, if you can even call them that, are cardboard cutouts with the emotional depth of a puddle. The lead actor, whose expression ranged from mild confusion to profound indifference, delivered a performance so wooden that I felt sorry for the props that had to share the screen with him. The supporting cast was equally forgettable, each one contributing to the film's overall lack of chemistry and coherence.
Visually, "Infinity Pool" is a migraine-inducing assault on the senses. The overuse of neon lighting, bizarre camera angles, and gratuitous slow-motion shots left me questioning whether the director had any concept of subtlety or taste. It's like they stumbled upon a "How to Ruin Cinematography" manual and decided to follow it religiously.
The soundtrack, if you can call it that, is a cacophony of discordant noise that seemed to be chosen solely to irritate the audience. I can't recall a single moment when the music added anything positive to the viewing experience-unless you count the relief I felt when the end credits finally rolled.
If "Infinity Pool" was meant to be a thought-provoking commentary on the human condition or a groundbreaking piece of art, it missed the mark by lightyears. Instead, it stands as a testament to everything that can go awry in filmmaking. Save yourself the agony and avoid this cinematic abomination at all costs.
Let's start with the plot-or what I could decipher of it amidst the jumbled mess of scenes that seemed to be randomly strung together. It's as if the writers threw every cliché and trope into a blender, hit the puree button, and then served up the resulting concoction as a narrative. I still can't figure out if the director was aiming for avant-garde brilliance or if they just got lost in their own pretentiousness.
The characters, if you can even call them that, are cardboard cutouts with the emotional depth of a puddle. The lead actor, whose expression ranged from mild confusion to profound indifference, delivered a performance so wooden that I felt sorry for the props that had to share the screen with him. The supporting cast was equally forgettable, each one contributing to the film's overall lack of chemistry and coherence.
Visually, "Infinity Pool" is a migraine-inducing assault on the senses. The overuse of neon lighting, bizarre camera angles, and gratuitous slow-motion shots left me questioning whether the director had any concept of subtlety or taste. It's like they stumbled upon a "How to Ruin Cinematography" manual and decided to follow it religiously.
The soundtrack, if you can call it that, is a cacophony of discordant noise that seemed to be chosen solely to irritate the audience. I can't recall a single moment when the music added anything positive to the viewing experience-unless you count the relief I felt when the end credits finally rolled.
If "Infinity Pool" was meant to be a thought-provoking commentary on the human condition or a groundbreaking piece of art, it missed the mark by lightyears. Instead, it stands as a testament to everything that can go awry in filmmaking. Save yourself the agony and avoid this cinematic abomination at all costs.
