Run Rabbit Run

There is a kernel of a great idea in here; a modern under the surface horror that's actually a family drama, much like the majority of offerings from A24 and Neon these days; It's just the execution that leaves a lot to be desired. When your script devolves to different characters screaming a rotating wheel of three names for the final 20 minutes, something has gone horribly wrong and probably needs another pass on the storyboard. There is a fine line between slowburn eeriness, building dread and keeping your audience compelled; Run Rabbit Run cannot stay on the right side of any of them. It keeps up the illusion of being a competent contemporary horror for about 40 minutes, but then quickly drops it's rabbit shaped mask to reveal it's actually been a poorly produced Netflix product all along. The worst part is there is palpable promise in here. I think with refinement and a defter hand this could have been a better example of this genre, but we're just left with an uneven, slow immitation that does nothing but disappoint upon conclusion.

This lil girl is working the last nerve I have. This heavy breathing, durn rabbit mask, and just think she flat out grown, snatching stuff and talking back. And Bugs Bunny would've been somebody's rabbits foot after biting me.