atomicpoet on Nostr: Today I’m watching Exit 0. The poster looks like it could be a horror film, but the ...
Today I’m watching Exit 0. The poster looks like it could be a horror film, but the description says it’s a thriller. I’m not sure. We’ll see.
But yeah, this is one of those trashy movies I enjoy. By the way, it’s free on Tubi, so if you want to check it out, you can.
Right away, though, I can tell this is low budget. The audio mixing is awful—the speech is muffled. I had to turn on subtitles just to understand anything. I’m already wondering if this movie even has a script or if they’re improvising the whole thing.
The story concerns a boyfriend and girlfriend. They’re constantly pressing each other’s buttons. The boyfriend is a schlubby, bearded guy, and the girlfriend is a bit of an artiste—she wears black nail polish and a beret. The decision to not use a steadicam is…a choice. Everything is handheld, and it’s kind of making me feel sick. Annoying.
One thing I do like: they’re driving a red Dodge Neon with some scuffs. I appreciate that detail. You know a movie’s trash when you start noticing the props instead of the acting. For instance, there’s a nice radio at the inn where the couple is staying. It’s got an aluminum finish with some blue trim, and honestly, I just wanted to mess around with it more than I wanted to pay attention to the characters.
The couple is staying at an inn the boyfriend apparently knows all about. He’s trying to frame it as nostalgic. To be fair, the inn does have nice décor and some cool paintings, but my God, the innkeeper is a bore. Why are they giving him dialogue? Now the couple is talking about how “weird” the inn is. I’m not sure about that. It seems pretty boring to me. The boyfriend calls it “shabby chic,” but how is it shabby chic? They’ve got marble busts, bronze statues, and oil paintings everywhere. What kind of hotels do you stay at if this is “shabby”?
And this girlfriend with her beret—shouldn’t she love this artsy place? You’re not convincing me that you’re just some ordinary housewife. You’ve clearly got a weird streak. But hey, filmmakers: if something’s actually weird, show it. Don’t just keep telling us. Right now, the weirdest thing is the characters constantly saying how weird everything is.
Speaking of props: there’s a typewriter. The boyfriend doesn’t think that’s weird—he treats it like it’s totally normal. How come he points out everything else but not this?
There’s also a creepy writer guy played by Peter Greene, and finally, we get some decent acting. If you don’t know Peter Greene, he was in Pulp Fiction, The Mask, and Blue Streak. He’s great at playing villains, and honestly, he’s the only one bringing quality to this movie.
Meanwhile, the couple argues about stupid things, like whether the boyfriend’s Rolex is accurate. Really? That’s what you’re fighting about? Listen, schlubby guys: don’t string along goth girls, especially when they seem invested in you. Don’t date them just for the “experience”. They’ve got sharp claws—and teeth.
Their dynamic is bizarre. She teases him, making it seem like they’re about to hook up, but then she stops, takes a long bath, and just soaks. Like, who does that? Then the boyfriend finds a mysterious VHS tape under the bed, plays it on the VCR (yes, this hotel still has one), and sees something grisly. Naturally, he has a traumatic moment.
Watching this couple interact is grating. They’re like oil and water, but the kind of oil and water that sound like nails on a chalkboard when mixed. And wait—what happened to the Dodge Neon? Now they’re driving something newer. Did they switch cars?
I noticed the goth girlfriend reads Chuck Palahniuk, which honestly says more about her personality than anything she’s said so far. She’s a blank slate—just reactive, with no real personality. She’s as puzzling as a sphinx.
If you’re a fan of supernatural horror, you probably won’t like this. Just being honest. It’s watchable, but man, that ending. What a letdown. Words can’t express how disappointing it was. Basically, if horror were real life, this is what would happen—not “oh my God, you’re meeting a serial killer” realism, but the kind where you realize your paranoia is just paranoia.
So, I don’t recommend Exit 0. But it’s not the worst movie I’ve ever seen. And that wraps up my review.
But yeah, this is one of those trashy movies I enjoy. By the way, it’s free on Tubi, so if you want to check it out, you can.
Right away, though, I can tell this is low budget. The audio mixing is awful—the speech is muffled. I had to turn on subtitles just to understand anything. I’m already wondering if this movie even has a script or if they’re improvising the whole thing.
The story concerns a boyfriend and girlfriend. They’re constantly pressing each other’s buttons. The boyfriend is a schlubby, bearded guy, and the girlfriend is a bit of an artiste—she wears black nail polish and a beret. The decision to not use a steadicam is…a choice. Everything is handheld, and it’s kind of making me feel sick. Annoying.
One thing I do like: they’re driving a red Dodge Neon with some scuffs. I appreciate that detail. You know a movie’s trash when you start noticing the props instead of the acting. For instance, there’s a nice radio at the inn where the couple is staying. It’s got an aluminum finish with some blue trim, and honestly, I just wanted to mess around with it more than I wanted to pay attention to the characters.
The couple is staying at an inn the boyfriend apparently knows all about. He’s trying to frame it as nostalgic. To be fair, the inn does have nice décor and some cool paintings, but my God, the innkeeper is a bore. Why are they giving him dialogue? Now the couple is talking about how “weird” the inn is. I’m not sure about that. It seems pretty boring to me. The boyfriend calls it “shabby chic,” but how is it shabby chic? They’ve got marble busts, bronze statues, and oil paintings everywhere. What kind of hotels do you stay at if this is “shabby”?
And this girlfriend with her beret—shouldn’t she love this artsy place? You’re not convincing me that you’re just some ordinary housewife. You’ve clearly got a weird streak. But hey, filmmakers: if something’s actually weird, show it. Don’t just keep telling us. Right now, the weirdest thing is the characters constantly saying how weird everything is.
Speaking of props: there’s a typewriter. The boyfriend doesn’t think that’s weird—he treats it like it’s totally normal. How come he points out everything else but not this?
There’s also a creepy writer guy played by Peter Greene, and finally, we get some decent acting. If you don’t know Peter Greene, he was in Pulp Fiction, The Mask, and Blue Streak. He’s great at playing villains, and honestly, he’s the only one bringing quality to this movie.
Meanwhile, the couple argues about stupid things, like whether the boyfriend’s Rolex is accurate. Really? That’s what you’re fighting about? Listen, schlubby guys: don’t string along goth girls, especially when they seem invested in you. Don’t date them just for the “experience”. They’ve got sharp claws—and teeth.
Their dynamic is bizarre. She teases him, making it seem like they’re about to hook up, but then she stops, takes a long bath, and just soaks. Like, who does that? Then the boyfriend finds a mysterious VHS tape under the bed, plays it on the VCR (yes, this hotel still has one), and sees something grisly. Naturally, he has a traumatic moment.
Watching this couple interact is grating. They’re like oil and water, but the kind of oil and water that sound like nails on a chalkboard when mixed. And wait—what happened to the Dodge Neon? Now they’re driving something newer. Did they switch cars?
I noticed the goth girlfriend reads Chuck Palahniuk, which honestly says more about her personality than anything she’s said so far. She’s a blank slate—just reactive, with no real personality. She’s as puzzling as a sphinx.
If you’re a fan of supernatural horror, you probably won’t like this. Just being honest. It’s watchable, but man, that ending. What a letdown. Words can’t express how disappointing it was. Basically, if horror were real life, this is what would happen—not “oh my God, you’re meeting a serial killer” realism, but the kind where you realize your paranoia is just paranoia.
So, I don’t recommend Exit 0. But it’s not the worst movie I’ve ever seen. And that wraps up my review.