There's nothing wrong with another take on the classic Rosemary's Baby story. I know some folks get all precious about these things but it's a brilliant concept for a movie and if you get the characters right, if the building becomes a character in its own right and if you have a decent writer it could be a no-brainer. Here however the writing let us down. Too little happened and the creepy happenings were too trite and too few. The sense of dread was not sustained and the tension was lacking.
Add to this the trendy and becoming hackneyed decision to make the main couple a pair of lesbians of the non-lipstick variety and patience begins to wane. They weren't fun to look at and I'd dare call them Wal-Mart lesbians. The lead character went so far as to eschew makeup and leave her armpits au natural. This is unappealing, unappreciated and wholly unnecessary.
This was a lackluster attempt at horror. It could've and should've been better but production was more concerned with virtue signaling and getting the racial quotas correct that they neglected the end product.
Add to this the trendy and becoming hackneyed decision to make the main couple a pair of lesbians of the non-lipstick variety and patience begins to wane. They weren't fun to look at and I'd dare call them Wal-Mart lesbians. The lead character went so far as to eschew makeup and leave her armpits au natural. This is unappealing, unappreciated and wholly unnecessary.
This was a lackluster attempt at horror. It could've and should've been better but production was more concerned with virtue signaling and getting the racial quotas correct that they neglected the end product.