Yet another weekend in which I feel compelled to write a little about box office when I didn’t expect to do so. Oddly, I feel like next weekend’s powerhouse of Lilo, Stitch, and Tom will not require me to say too much at all.
But…
”There is a shot at $50M, however, as we all know, horror films are frontloaded. But this has a B+ CinemaScore, high praise for a horror film.”
If you are a regular reader, you are already parsing this mess.
First, the definition of “horror film” has become beyond sloppy. Final Destination is and has been since the first one in 1991, a series of filmic Rube Goldberg devices leading, almost invariably, to graphic deaths. But it’s really a thriller, with the never-seen character of “death” and the idea that death is pre-ordained and once it is, “it” will keep coming until it gets everyone who “it meant” to kill. Admittedly, there is a supernatural element… but the gimmick has no traditional horror threat… or even an nontraditional one like It Follows.
Each film starts with the hero character imagining a massive horror that is about to befall their friends and a lot of other people in a public space.
In the first film, a teen boy, traveling with a group, senses that death will come if they get on a plane. He imagines the plane exploding in a dream and when he wakes, freaks out, and gets his whole group thrown off the flight. And sure enough, the plane explodes. Now all of them are marked for death.
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