Imaginary

Not a total catastrophe, but perilously close to being one. Is it too obvious to say Imaginary is simply lacking in imagination?

While a bit unwieldy, Imaginary is a playfully deranged movie that's sure to be a hit at slumber parties. But grown-ups can enjoy its spirited scares, too.

It suffers from the plague of overly convoluted plots that are executed by overly simplistic means: flat expositional dialogue, car commercial visual style, and a seemingly first draft creative concept that never irons out the wrinkles.

Wadlow may have had grand ideas for the production, but what reaches the screen is a collage of partially realized ideas – some good, some bad – that are undermined by plastic acting, wooden dialogue, and an embarrassment of an ending.

If you’re a true horror fan, this film is not your friend.

Imaginary oversells, under-delivers, and is never anywhere as frightening as the deepest recesses of your own all-time-terrible nightmares.

The melodramatic and overstuffed script feels like an amalgamation of the latest Blumhouse offerings, which themselves were inferior versions of previous films. [Full Review in Spanish]

Unfortunately, Blumhouse’s Imaginary doesn’t really add anything new and instead cherry picks elements from other flicks that delivered similar superior scares.

Blumhouse seems to be on a mission to make the dumbest and most boring horror movies of the year, and this is no exception. Imaginary is ineffective at everything it attempts.

I didn't really do anything for me.