In this world, there are too many people who cannot understand that humans dominate the earth. Viruses, aliens, air, machines, spiders and ants, octopus dinosaurs, of course, the most uncomfortable is the director of Holly Tungsten’s bloody horror film, joking. , The pleasure of crushing similar lives and flesh is far more violent and crazier than sympathy and salvation. Screams, plasma, dismemberment, and despair are full of movies. This time the murderer is a plant, a bloodthirsty, laughable, memorable, and talking vine; the unfortunate victim is still a lover, in the form of despair There is still no signal from the mobile phone, and the old-fashioned process is still the bloodletting of the travel friends one by one, and the ending is still the escaped survivor, suddenly a vine grows in the body, and then, THE END! Why are the horror films surprisingly consistent? What has changed is nothing more than a more declining face, a thicker plasma, and a more ugly way of death. THAT IS FUCKING ALL. Evaluation of Samsung.
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