Knock, Knock Reviews
Acting gets an F, the props such as obvious use of fake blood and rubber guts, this movie has a face not even it's mother could love.
Coach sully is a very good character.
I can still count the number of movies I have abandoned-turned off halfway through with no intention of ever finishing them-without taking off my shoes. I have endured to the bitter end such classics as Spiker, Zombies Ate My Neighbours: The Movie, and Sorority Boys. It takes something truly, truly special to make me think long and hard about whether I want to waste one more minute of my life watching it and come up with the answer "no". Knock Knock has just found its way onto that august list.
There are movies that are far more than the sum of their parts. You can point to the great acting, the perfect foley work, the amazing cinematography, the gorgeous set design, and yet there's still something more, a perfect combination that makes magic happen and turns something that should have been a very good, but unremarkable, movie into something ineffably great. Knock Knock is the first time I have ever seen this principle work in reverse. The acting, which is among the worst I have ever seen in a movie. The five-buck special effects budget. The horrific lighting. What looks like bad photoshopping on the exteriors (look at the bar entrance awning for a good example). The unintentionally hysterical script. All of these things combine to make an awful movie indeed, but there is something more going on under the hood. I can't tell you exactly what, just as I can't tell you what it is about The Fisher King that elevates it above any other comedy I've ever seen. All I can tell you is that it is there, hanging over this production like a miasma, sinking itself deep into your eyeballs to implant its despair in your medulla, leading you to wonder if you could ever truly enjoy a movie again after watching this. My advice? Flee. Flee screaming in terror. (zero)