Saturday, January 27, 2018

Poetic Review of That Netflix Movie I can't Remember the Title of

There were butterflies
And music to despise
A mom's child had died
And based on her mascara, she'd cried

But seriously, the music
Louder than the movie
It made me sick

The movie itself was helluvan original
But in the end, it was just eh?
Because it end, poof final
But the main character is in denial

It doesn't solve anything
It somehow makes it worse
Was this a horror movie, eh
Perhaps if it stayed on course

It fall into an indie genre
That ends on a realization
But watch out
Because you're going to be eaten
By the Canker Man

It function a lot like the Babadook
With a little less spook
You can see all the plot coming
Like it's sitting outside and humming

 Either way the moving didn't put me to sleep
I had fun watching it, I think

With this in mind
I give this movie a 3 out of 5.

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