Review of Color Out of Space (2020) by Spike23 — 30 Jan 2020

How Much More Can You Live In Denial The Movie.

There are not many triggers nowadays that would make me instantly write stuff, but when you see an alpaca hydra, I believe it's time to just sit the f*ck down, and talk about it.

There are many types of inexplicable horrors. There are slashers where characters run for their lives while someone is chasing them, and always somehow catches up to them just by casually walking. There are zombie apocalypse movies where every major conflict either begins or ends with a random spawn of a zombie horde right behind the main characters. In sci-fi genre, there are often the worst possible plots, which in some terrifying way infected the whole film industry in general - revealing five minutes before the ending that everything that happened had just been in someone's head from the very beginning, which leaves you in a not very ideal state of mind since you've just spent 2 hours living a lie.

Then... There are Lovecraftian brain deforming space clusterf*cks where things just happen, and you have to deal with it however your brain is fit to process it, because nobody will help you understand anything. Definitely not anyone in the film itself, no narrators there, and don't even try asking the person who's watching it with you. You can be sure they have no idea, and if by some miracle they do, it still won't be an idea of any worth to anyone at the moment.

That being said, it's also the source of all the originality, which makes every single bit of Lovecraftian lore a pure sci-fi gold, which is something everyone has to appreciate. Who doesn't appreciate that doesn't appreciate originality, and should just go watch some Fast & Furious XVII after a few rounds of their worthless League of Legend competitive match that they lost, so they rage quit to some PvE in Fortnite, because their lingering frustration won't allow them to play PvP at this self-loathing, absolutely useless moment of their lives.

OK, back to the film itself.

Someone might wonder about the title I gave this review, provided they managed to read the whole thing and didn't get offended by me criticizing their favorite series and games of all time. The reason behind it is the characters' utmost denial of totally everything that doesn't correlate with all the norms of their boring everyday lives. At first, it seriously annoyed me, but in the end, it made me look at it from a different angle, changing that frustration in the process into entertainment.

(Just like being pissed off on a bus that suddenly stopped for 2 hours, but after those two hours you stop being pissed off, and start being entertained by seeing other people in absolute despair constantly checking watches and phones not being able to do anything to get in time where they should've already been for two long hours).

Seeing Nic Cage in a good film is a rare and kinda weird thing in 2020. However, seeing Nic Cage not entirely believing that something is wrong when his wife has just been barbecued by pink energy from space that led to her merging with their son who's head is now growing out of her back making sounds that can't possibly mean anything else then "kill me", and comforting her that everything is going to be okay while she's slowly transforming into some Cthulhu on their sofa... That's where I draw the line and end this.