Or should I say "apocalyptic horror movie," as that's how it's presented but, by movie's end, we discover we've been sold a bill of goods, and The Tent isn't an apocalyptic horror movie at all.
To spoil the film, or to not spoil the film? This is my struggle.
Fuck it. The Tent is an apocalyptic horror movie for most of its running time, with subtle hints along the way to its true nature. And, during the film's final act, we learn it's actually a movie about a man coming to terms with the fact he has Alzheimer's.
You read that right. This is a movie about a guy dying with Alzheimer's. So the monsters aren't really monsters, and the apocalypse isn't actually the apocalypse. For whatever reason -- likely the lure of making a buck -- Couch and company decided to dress their Hallmark Alzheimer's drama up as an apocalyptic horror movie. Because I guess no one wants to watch a drama about a guy dying with Alzheimer's.
Well, I would if I knew that's what I was getting. It would be something the wife and I would've dug into. But to trick me like this fills me with the worst kind of hate, and I deem The Tent a slap in the face to those with Alzheimer's, and their families.
And the horror fan in me just wants to say fuck you, Kyle Couch. Don't promise me one thing and give me another. But, even as an apocalyptic horror movie, this one was gearing up to be a big snooze fest.
This is hands down the worst, most insulting movie I've watched during my 10 years in The Basement. It's an Ugly.