Books of Blood (2020)
Another example of why making movies out of Clive Barker’s stories can be a self-inflicting wound.
Another example of why making movies out of Clive Barker’s stories can be a self-inflicting wound.
Wes Craven’s final film is this. This. No wonder the world is effed up.
The awkward-looking Asa Butterfield is the only thing that saves it from the one-oogie mire.
I believe I can confidently say that this is going to be the worst movie of 2015, if not the entire decade.