The film’s slow burn wouldn’t feel so staggering if it built to something wholly worthwhile. The blood, hallucinations, and sea creature are all great, but they’re too fleeting to make a lasting impact. Iron Lung promises something grand and cosmic, but its climactic reveal is abrupt, with few scares and only a brief glimpse of the monster. Ultimately, it’s two hours of tension that end in a bloody yet unsatisfying…

This time, it’s a “quiet rapture” that has caused mankind’s latest apocalypse, and so for the next couple of hours we spend time with a convict (Mark Fischbach) submersed in a vast and deep ocean of blood. He has been welded into a rust-bucket that has seen better days and with the windows sealed for his safety, he is informed of his mission only by instructions from the surface as he searches for the resources…

Without a doubt a colossal waste of time. Unengaging, scattered writing and zero payoff at the end. We follow a convicted criminal's journey through unknown territory in a steel can with near zero context and simply follow a guy gradually losing his mind in the most uninteresting way, leading the viewer to absolutely nowhere after being absolutely everywhere all at once. If anyone were to ask me if they should…

Interesting but somewhat incoherent Adapting games to movies is hard, and this movie does this better than most. However, the game being adapted is a peculiar one, and it lends its air of peculiarity to the movie as well. It is a tight and spooky premise, and I am sure that if you have played the game you will get more out of it than someone who has not, but it becomes strangely rambling at times, possibly because…