If I'm being honest, this is a five star film but I don't want to damn it with high expectations. This is the exact sort of "cozy" "yuppie nightmare" "comfort food" with the tamest (;p) domestic intrigue and the least threatening antagonists that you usually get delivered with less skill and a weaker cast. Here, you can kind of float in the low stakes milieu and enjoy the usual fun of animal attack movies (dummy cats, seeing a hand clearly patting a cat's butt to make it hiss, cats being cute and calm in background, etc.), but it's on the level of a good primetime TV dramedy.
Not to spoil anything but there's barely any blood, the cats are not driven to attack for any particular reason, and you get Chekhov's faulty microwave.
"Thanks to: Cole Haan, Tweeds and Smythe & Co., Guess, Inc., Levi Strauss, and Keds" in the credits after two sting endings.
If I'm being honest, this is a five star film but I don't want to damn it with high expectations. This is the exact sort of "cozy" "yuppie nightmare" "comfort food" with the tamest (;p) domestic intrigue and the least threatening antagonists that you usually get delivered with less skill and a weaker cast. Here, you can kind of float in the low stakes milieu and enjoy the usual fun of animal attack movies (dummy cats, seeing a hand clearly patting a cat's butt to make it hiss, cats being cute and calm in background, etc.), but it's on the level of a good primetime TV dramedy.
Not to spoil anything but there's barely any blood, the cats are not driven to attack for any particular reason, and you get Chekhov's faulty microwave.
"Thanks to: Cole Haan, Tweeds and Smythe & Co., Guess, Inc., Levi Strauss, and Keds" in the credits after two sting endings.
