dir. Babak Anvari
Wounds sure does manage to throw a lot of questions at you. Are slow-mo zoom-ins on tunnels and close-up shots of air conditioners supposed to be scary? Are those cockroaches part of some psychological haunting, or is this guy just really dirty? Didn’t Armie Hammer and Dakota Johnson have anything better to do? Does something this confused and pointless even qualify as a movie? And, most crucially of all, why is that random lady in the bar permanently naked?!
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