Thanksgiving (#484)

Sometimes I wonder about those people out in La La Land.  What were they thinking when they made a Thanksgiving film, with a locale of Plymouth, Massachusetts, entitled it THANKSGIVING, and made it one of the goriest horror movies imaginable with the serial killer roasting one of his victims for Thanksgiving dinner.  As if that wasn’t bad enough, they filled it with terrible actors whose main dialogue consisted of repeating the F word and worse constantly.  Perhaps it was the sound track or my hearing aids, but they spoke their lines as if their mouths were full.   And to add insult to injury, some of them tried to speak with a Boston accent and it was abysmal. This was simply an awful movie, with a ridiculous plot and no excuse for being filmed in the first place. Fortunately, I was continually distracted by members of the audience leaving the theater periodically for a bathroom break or to go to the concession stand or just to avoid watching this disaster. Needless to say, I don’t believe this will qualify as a holiday classic although the ending hinted at a sequel. I feel obligated to comment on the opening sequences, which depicted the madness of Black Friday crowds, who break down the doors of a store, loot and trample dozens of shoppers. A grand depiction of America at its worst. And not surprising, 86% of critics gave it a thumbs up. There were no audience ratings probably because they felt the same way about it as I did.