Martyrs

I’m not even mad. I’m worried. Worried for myself, while watching.Worried for the people who made this.Worried for what they thought they were doing. Because this isn’t horror — this is emotional impersonation.I kept asking myself the entire time:“What are these characters even going through?”What is that white room?What is this weird sense of sanitized suffering?Why are they treating pain like a science fair project?? And above all — where is the soul?Where is the absolute heartbreak and philosophical punch of the original? This just felt like a surface-level repackaging of someone else’s masterpiece — like watching someone describe grief after only reading about it in a textbook. Pain was exploited. Innocence was slaughtered. But none of it had the weight.And I was just sitting there like… what am I watching actually?