Spoiler alert: Pete Davidson does not make the list of this film’s worst sins. He is certainly making the most from his deal with the devil/or devils, but… his line deliveries are far from the worst this film has to offer. It’s a paradox, how a film can be utterly predictable, yet incomprehensible. There are twists and swerves, strange cults, evil machinations and personal conspiracies, but very little follows organically and even less makes sense. Viewers can predict most beats, but remain baffled by the leaps in logic and comprehension the film demands. Almost tragically, the last act delivers payoffs, escalating nicely and ending with a solid coda, but it almost feels like an apology after meandering through exercises in incoherence. Now, if you like to squirm from medical malfeasance… Eyeballs poked, flesh torn, needles, scalpels and other nastiness, there’s a decent amount to ‘enjoy’ here. But for those who appreciate cohesion in storytelling, and characters whose actions bear even a passing resemblance to human logic, this is not worth the visit.
The Home (2025)