paul-2148
Joined Apr 2006
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Even with a strong cast, this is one of the worst vampire movies I've ever seen. It's dull and boring. The acting is so over-the-top and ridiculous. It is poorly lit. You can hardly see what's going on half the time. It's poorly directed. There's not a single interesting shot in the whole movie. What's worse there's no tension, no horror, no mystery, no plot. There are zero scares. It's so bad that it feels like a parody. It's laughable how awful this is. For a black and white movie, the cinematography is flat. It's flat and grey. How hard is it to turn on a light once in awhile? This is one of the biggest flops in film history.
This is so cringe. It's dreadful. The acting is awful, which means the directing was awful. The production is amateurish, and the lighting is surprisingly bad. It's like they didn't have enough money to hire a lighting director and they only had one light that one of the grips held up.
I have no idea who Jack is, but he is very British and he is not remotely funny.
None of the "jokes" land. It's like watching a comedian bomb on Kill Tony, where the crowd is deadly silent. This movie is so horrible that it might develop a cult following because of a drinking game where you do shots every time a joke doesn't land.
This feels like it was shot in one day. I don't even know who wrote this because I just didn't care enough to find out. Maybe the whole thing is improvised, but if that is the case it still blows.
The fact that this garbage was made ruined my Christmas.
I have no idea who Jack is, but he is very British and he is not remotely funny.
None of the "jokes" land. It's like watching a comedian bomb on Kill Tony, where the crowd is deadly silent. This movie is so horrible that it might develop a cult following because of a drinking game where you do shots every time a joke doesn't land.
This feels like it was shot in one day. I don't even know who wrote this because I just didn't care enough to find out. Maybe the whole thing is improvised, but if that is the case it still blows.
The fact that this garbage was made ruined my Christmas.
As someone who followed a guru myself when I was in my early 30's, this is all too familiar. I wasted two years of my life learning how to meditate, becoming a vegetarian, and abstaining from sex, all in the name of enlightenment and the pursuit of cosmic consciousness. I went on meditation retreats all over the country. I received shaktipat, which is ritual where the guru awakens the kundalini in their students.
The result? My guru got rich, and I wasted 2 years of my life and a lot of money. It was a con. All of these gurus are conman. Every single one of them. They are all the same. My guru was a student of her guru, an old white haired man from India. Though meditation can be helpful, you don't need to join a cult and wear Indian clothing to do it, yet millions of people do it anyway. It is sad. We are all so desperate to feel special. That cult where the guy branded all the women was the same story. Desperate lonely people looking for answers to all their problems, but the answers never come. Somehow though, the journey becomes addictive in itself. If you are a grown man or woman wearing turbans and Indian clothing. God is telling you that you are lost.
The other point I want to make is that the Vanity Fair article that this series is based on is very short. It is not an in depth look into anything. It's just yet another story of someone trying to make a living by conning people out of their money. In the 60's conmen from India realized there was a huge market in America of gullible, ignorant people wanting to be special. If you google any guru in the world you will find the stories end the same. The guru who has all the answers, who has a pipeline to god, in the end is just a human being sleeping with the pretty girls from the cult, and living in a beautiful house while their followers end up feeling betrayed and depressed and struggling financially.
The result? My guru got rich, and I wasted 2 years of my life and a lot of money. It was a con. All of these gurus are conman. Every single one of them. They are all the same. My guru was a student of her guru, an old white haired man from India. Though meditation can be helpful, you don't need to join a cult and wear Indian clothing to do it, yet millions of people do it anyway. It is sad. We are all so desperate to feel special. That cult where the guy branded all the women was the same story. Desperate lonely people looking for answers to all their problems, but the answers never come. Somehow though, the journey becomes addictive in itself. If you are a grown man or woman wearing turbans and Indian clothing. God is telling you that you are lost.
The other point I want to make is that the Vanity Fair article that this series is based on is very short. It is not an in depth look into anything. It's just yet another story of someone trying to make a living by conning people out of their money. In the 60's conmen from India realized there was a huge market in America of gullible, ignorant people wanting to be special. If you google any guru in the world you will find the stories end the same. The guru who has all the answers, who has a pipeline to god, in the end is just a human being sleeping with the pretty girls from the cult, and living in a beautiful house while their followers end up feeling betrayed and depressed and struggling financially.