Doors (2021)
Well, I’ll show this thing the door alright.

Well, I’ll show this thing the door alright.

Oh, for a great Lovecraft-ian movie, instead of just one more average addition to the pile.

Sexy Dagon-things? This is one color out of space I won’t mind getting daubed in.

The gore is pretty good, but so much of everything else is a bore.

There are too many boring, bland human beings spoiling an otherwise decent monster-on-monster WWE extravaganza.

Sia thought she would be given a Nobel prize for saving autistic people with this movie, only to throw a fit when people tell her how bad it is.

This is easily the most ghastly thing I’ve seen in a while, and it’s also rather perplexing.

Talk about a prophetic title for a pointless reboot.

Even Yog-Sothoth can’t overcome the overpowering sense of ennui that grips the audience.

The best explanation is that the director-cum-screenwriter blackmailed the cast and the crew to be in this thing.
