The new sci-fi horror comedy Cold Storage is an odd movie to talk about. There’s a good amount to recommend, and it’s pretty fun. However, that’s also the best thing you can say about it, that it’s “pretty fun,” there’s not much more to it. It’s fun, but never as fun as it could, or should be. There’s gore and body horror, but nothing particularly memorable or impactful. We get some laughs, but they’re more light chuckles than full-throated guffaws. This is a movie that you can watch, be moderately entertained by, and that leaves little more impression than that. And given the pieces involved, that feels like a missed opportunity.
When the AI revolution finally comes to destroy the human race, it will look less like the bleak apocalyptic future of the Terminator movies and more like all of humanity staring down at their smartphones, braindead and numbed, incapable and unwilling to think or do anything for ourselves. At least according to Good Luck, Have Fun, Don’t Die, the new sci-fi black comedy from Gore Verbinski (A Cure for Wellness).
If horror movies have taught us anything, never blow the Aztec Death Whistle should be high on that list. Especially one you found in a dead kid’s locker. Even if you’ve never watched a horror movie before, your first instinct when you find an old-looking carved skull—again, found in a dead kid’s locker—shouldn’t be to put it in your mouth. That’s just unsanitary and asking for trouble. But without people making this initial bad decision, we wouldn’t have Corin Hardy’s new film, Whistle, and that would be a bummer, because it’s a blast.
