Find and replace
You know what? No.
We're not doing this.
It takes Verónica an entire hour of dragging its feet before it finally did something unexpected. A whole hour before it found its own voice, said something of its own, then lapsed back into boilerplate.
Before that it was as entertaining as a teenager watching the classroom clock waiting for recess. Waiting for the 30-minute bell so it could give us a scare while wasting a fun character in the Hermana Muerte, someone whose one good line is the main salvageable thing one can scavenge from under the caked layers of trope make-up.
I've written and thrown away a couple of thousand words about Veronica, trying to find 400 which I didn't write better before, when I was dissecting how Under the Shadow got all Syd Fielded.
I hate repeating myself. If your movie is nothing but a different dress on the same skeleton propping up so many other films, if you are so unimaginative that a movie about a Spanish high-schooler with an Ouija board follows the same exact beats as movies about a besieged Iranian mother and her child or a bunch of soldiers fighting ghosts in future Moldova, I can't be arsed to do anything but rant.
Originally published in my old blog
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