Netflix recently suggested I watch Polaroid, this movie about a teen who finds an old Polaroid camera that commits murder.
Okay, no, the camera doesn’t come to life and pick up a knife and goes on a spree. Rather, anyone who gets their picture taken by this camera…dies.
If you’re thinking, “hey, this sounds awfully familiar…” you’d be right. This movie is basically the adult version of the Goosebumps episode “Say Cheese and Die!” Except instead of disappearing or cars wrecking, you just die in different circumstances.
Of course, you know something’s up because the first part of the movie is about completely unrelated to the plot characters, one of which dies after getting her picture taken by her dead mom’s old camera. Then the very camera is found in the hands of the movies protagonist! Through the means of…yardsales.
The movie, well, sucks. I know I usually give bad movies a good rating, but even I couldn’t like this one. I couldn’t even listen to it in the background while working. I had to switch to Killer Klowns from Outer Space.
The characters weren’t likable. The plot was overused. And the cliches. Oh, the cliches. Terrible.
It’s a 2/10 stars from me. And those 2 stars are only given because Madelaine Petsch was in it for like 10 minutes.