I have questions for your film, set in the 1970’s that, oddly, borrows much of its visual style from music videos of the 1980’s…
Why didn’t you hire an actual editor to work on your film rather than, say, some Yes Man or Woman happy to defer to the whims of your self-indulgent director? You’re not remaking Lawrence of Arabia. It’s a fucking horror movie. Keep it under two hours. The “elevated” in the hipster douchebag term “elevated horror” is NOT a synonym for “elongated”. If you’re truly at a loss as to how to trim down your goddamn precious oeuvre, might I suggest starting with the 15 minute Old Man Walking montage.
Speaking of which – why not cast an old man to play an old man? I mean, sure, there’s probably some meaningful meta-commentary you’re trying to make about casting in today’s Hollywood, but you’re social posturing to the detriment of your film. Spend a little more money to ensure the bottom half of your faux “old man’s” face actually moves instead of looking like a latex mask.
Was it your intention to specifically tailor your film to fans of Aranofsky’s Mother with a coincidental appreciation for arterial spray and exploding heads?
Shouldn’t a movie’s subplots somehow at some point in some small way tie into the main storyline? Consider this one more of a rhetorical question.
Aren’t horror movies supposed to be, y’know, scary? Sorry, this one’s rhetorical as well.