Brent Marchant
Movie review
An old saying maintains βNever put the cart before the horse,β an observation whose implications should be obvious. That applies in filmmaking, too: When a standalone production is thought to be the inspiration for a new franchise, the creators need to be careful not to get ahead of themselves. Thatβs to say that the first film in the proposed series absolutely must be a knock-out to earn the right to a sequel (or sequels) (βStar Trekβ notwithstanding). But, if those behind the initial effort are so focused on what lies down the road in a potential franchise that they donβt get the first release right, itβs the equivalent of shooting themselves in the foot. And that is precisely what undermines this latest release from writer-director Na Hing-jin. In essence, this sci-fi action-adventure follows the improbable, occasionally strangely madcap attempts by a small town South Korean police force and others to hunt down a mysterious monster thatβs wreaking all manner of havoc in their community and the surrounding environment. The problem, though, is that little is explained as the story unfolds, with an array of tropes that seem unconscionably thrown together β virtually no back story, a disjointed, poorly constructed narrative, woefully cheap CGI, a plot based almost entirely on clichΓ©s, frenetic action sequences, and absurd, sometimes patently inappropriate comic relief, and more overused expletives than seen in βThe Wolf of Wall Streetβ (2013). While the film admittedly gets off to a reasonably well-managed start, coming across as a fusion between the βGodzillaβ movies and the folksy, homespun nature of βFargoβ (1996), itβs an opening act thatβs ultimately unforgivably drawn out (building suspense is one thing, but knowing that a big reveal is coming and taking 45 minutes to get there is a bit much). And, sadly, things go downhill from there, with a story that makes little sense stretched out to a stunning 2:39:00 runtime, overstaying its welcome by nearly an hour. My only βhopeβ for the picture at that point was that it was mercifully heading to wrap things up with some kind of coherent explanation that, unfortunately, never comes. And thatβs where the focus of whatβs to be included in future franchise installments intrudes upon the credibility and integrity of this release. Whatβs even more mystifying here is the high praise that this overlong saga has received both in criticsβ circles and at the prestigious Cannes Film Festival, where βHopeβ was inexplicably awarded a Palme dβOr nomination, the eventβs highest honor. Moviegoers looking for entertaining scary fare along these lines have so many other, better choices to draw from, such as βJawsβ (1975), βJurassic Parkβ (1993) and the recently released βThe End of Oak Streetβ (2026). Please, watch one of those titles instead.
























