Run, Hide, Die (2015)

It's complicated... I really like the directing, acting and writing but, there are issues with the way it's shot that I just can't deny. As much as I love the storytelling and the fantastic performance but, there are also certain scenes that didn't need to exist.

what a terribly boring film. I'm sorry but this is absolutely not deserving of best picture and will be forgotten quickly. Entertaining and engaging cinema? No. Nothing performances with flat faces and mistaking silence for subtlety.

The thing I enjoyed most about the film is the fact that it doesn't shy away from being a super-sized-cliche;

I enjoyed watching this film and would recommend other to give it a try , (as I am) but this movie, although enjoyable to watch due to the better than average acting fails to add anything new to its storyline that is all too familiar to these types of movies.

I love the fake reviews that can't say one specific thing about the movie. I found that if you mute any scene with all five college-ish girls the movie is watchable. Their dialogue is unbelievably forced, especially when they 'laugh' at each others' jokes. Lines like 'I begged my vibrator to take me back' or 'let's hit the trail like horsesh*t'. The 'actress' character and the wise cracking but completely unfunny lesbian character look like they're in their 40's.

Run, Hide, Die is just now making the rounds of On-Demand. Watched this little stinker last evening. It is yet another indie-crap film made for little-to-nothing and released on an unsuspecting audience.Five 35+ year old "college" female students are off to help one friend celebrate (and move past) a bad incident in her life. So, off they go into the wild blue yonder to find (natch) the proverbial cabin-in-the-middle-of-nowhere for a party. The "acting" in this was just awful, as was the sound, picture quality, editing, and directing. The movie, although listed at only 75 minutes, seems to take FOREVER to get going. You have 20-plus minutes of stupid drunken dialogue (most of which you cannot hear). The killer shows up and then you're treated to 10-plus minutes of wailing during which dialogue was written but, again, you're clueless as to what's being said because you can't make any of it out.There is not one redeeming quality about this poor excuse for a movie. We have all seen movies that were (literally) so-bad-they- are-good, but this is not one of them. This is just plain BAD. Rated "whatever" for language and violence.

Based on the previous glowing reviews, you'd think this little indie film was an undiscovered gem. Or maybe, after you saw it, you'd suspect the reviewers were somehow affiliated with the film...or being charitable, just saw a different movie.In any case, this movie is just plain bad. The dialog is inane, the characters are generally unsympathetic and their behavior is irritatingly stupid when the "action" begins. The so-called "action" was followed by 10 or so minutes straight of high-pitched caterwauling and lack of realistic responses by the characters/victims. The villains were lifeless cardboard cutouts. I hoped and couldn't wait for the lot of them to be killed off and this turkey to be over.I appreciate those risk-takers who make indie movies. However, this one would have been better left at the junior high-school where it was probably written. See something else or don't say I didn't warn you!

This film takes you from the depths of sadness and regret to the pinnacle of terror; with the subtlety of a well-oiled door easing shut behind you, you realize you're enmeshed in a world of unimaginable horror. After literally decades of cookie-cutter, predictable genre horror, I was truly shaken for the first time in years. Physically ready to jump up and run for the nearest door, or the bathroom to toss my nerve-wracked cookies. The twists and reveals are original and unique, a stand- out in a world of horror films that long ago ran out of anything new to offer. All the more relevant to the 90s setting is the bird's-eye view of the inescapable realities of that age, brought to you in screaming, bloody technicolor.I haven't yet worked up the courage to watch it again; I know what's coming this time.