I saw the new Zach Cregger film, Weapons, on opening weekend, and frankly, I haven’t rested since.
You see, the film hinges on the idea that at 2:17 in the morning, 17 kids from the same third-grade classroom woke up, walked out their front doors, ran out into the night, and did not return. This is pitched as the central detail of the film, but for anyone who has seen Weapons, they know this is a lie.
Sorry, I don’t mean to be the spoiler guy, but I am tired—nay, exhausted—by the bait and switch tactics used by big Hollywood and modern horror to lure me into a theater only to be duped by one of the film’s core themes. The central element of Weapons, at least to me, is the platter of hot dogs.
(Warning: Spoilers ahead.)
If you’re thinking, “Justin, I don’t remember the hot dogs,” do n