You have nothing else to do.
] Watch movie
What movie would you like to watch?
] THE UNBORN
Are you sure?
I’ve heard it is pretty awful.
] Watch THE UNBORN
Okay, but remember, you did this to yourself.
You are an attractive 20 something jogging down a wintery road. You see a green glove.
] Approach glove
A dog has appeared.
] Approach dog
Are you sure? It is a pitbull that looks like he’s about to attend a birthday party for other dogs with nonsensically upside down heads.
] I said approach the fucking dog.
Surprise, you find a fetus buried under ground!
] Escape lame, artificially surreal imagery by waking up!
Douchebaggery dodged. You are now on the phone with your best friend, the demographic appeasing Meagan Good, having a conversation no 20 somethings in the real world ever have.
] Climb stairs slowly, tilting head to one side in a futile attempt to figure out the situation. Wouldn’t want to solve this too quickly.
Don’t worry, there is plenty of time for more nonsense. Case and point, a boy is about to hit you with a piece of mirror.
You’re too slow. You should go for a non-dream jog. But first, David Goyer has no idea what to do with this movie, so he’s going to pull typical bullshit. Pretend the mirror is creepy or that beetles are scary. If Chris Nolan can humor him, so can you.
] Zone out. Wait, is that indie to the core director Billy Walsh from “ENTOURAGE” teaching a class about infinity?
Yes, but you’re falling asleep and having stupid dreams again.
] Get naked and take a shower.
Done, but, er, uh, the script should build character at this point.
] Attempt tender moment of character building.
Attempt failed! Try again later.
] Attempt creepy mirror sequence. Again.
Attempt failed! Try again later.
] Attempt to recoup male audience interest by walking Odette Yustman around in her panties.
Success! But this can’t go on too long, dates will stir awkwardly.
] Okay, go take apart a mirror and wake me back up when something interesting threatens to happen.
… Not likely …
] Go pout to daddy.
Success! The plot can once again glom forward, like dung rolling down a mossy incline.
] Go to library and look up something on microfilm, I’ve seen that work in other movies.
Success! You are now at either a giant insane asylum or an old folks home. The movie hasn’t decided which.
] Talk to whatever crazy lady is nearest.
Success! Not unlike the doctor, the crazy old lady has distilled batshit facts from the ether, like turning oxygen into a golden MacGuffin.
] All this exposition is boring. Take a break from near death experiences and go clubbing.
You are in the bathroom at the club. There is a glory hole in your stall.
] Get on knees.
Tricked you! You’ve been cock blocked by a sink that vomits dirty water and beetles. The tiled wall writhes with unexplainable nonsense.
Don’t sweat it, you’re safe as always. Go wash your face slowly in front of the mirror for the 9,000th time.
] Bring back Meagan Good.
In her trailer on set Megan Good has mistakenly grabbed her old script for VENOM, is reciting its familiar lines of Grandma’s ancestral superstitions that no one else on the God damned planet has ever heard of. Surprisingly this has reminded you that even VENOM was better than the awful movie that is currently talking at you without ever feigning fear.
] Dodge exposition by having another nightmare.
Success! But not for long. You are having an occult Nazi bomb dropped on you.
] Call Indiana Jones.
Dr. Jones is not impressed.
Shit is right, you’ve got an Auschwitz ghost haunting you.
] Fine. Fully accept convenient exposition and wear the same perpetually just-arrived-to-Hollywood glaze Yustman does throughout the film.
You’ve fallen asleep and are dreaming again while the crazy old lady (who is also now your Grandmother) is being chased by a stroke victim with an upside down head.
] Potential scares detected. Cop out promptly.
Success! The one genuinely freaky image in the film has been dealt a weak hand in the editing room!
] Call Gary Oldman.
Gary Oldman must be nicer than any of us can fathom for having accepted the role of a Rabbi who apparently shoots hoops with Idris Elba, a priest.
] Tap Elba’s Catholic knowledge of exorcism to learn how to expel distinctly Jewish ghost/demon that has been haunting me throughout.
Bullshit re-activated. Megan Good is now dead, but its cool because Idris Elba is here to take her place as ancillary black anchor.
You should prepare for the exorcism.
In your inventory you have:
] Put on gag!
Rape of logic commencing.
The exorcism is not going well. Your boyfriend has freed you despite everything playing out exactly as Gary Oldman just explained it was going to. Should have remained calm.
Running was a bad idea. Idris Elba was told to impersonate the eyeball bulging chained rager from 28 DAYS LATER. You are fucked.
] Stay safe in boyfriend’s arms.
Backfire! Your boyfriend is possessed by a Jewish ghost.
] Uh. Pray?
] Alright, whatever. Exit movie.
The movie is not over.
] Ugh. Wait for overdue revelation of blatant plot twist.
Surprise, all this nonsense was because you’re preggers! You just got fucked by THE UNBORN!
] Yes. Yes I did.