Look at that title again: Bloody Muscle Body Builder in Hell. There is absolutely no way anything with that title can be any good.
You know what? It isn’t.
Here’s a quick word about the flick: A man murders his yandere girlfriend, but she comes back as a vengeful ghost. Thirty years later, his bodybuilder son and the son’s psychic investigator ex-girlfriend investigate the house where the yandere is secretly buried. Little do they know, she’s craving revenge. Which she goes about in Evil Dead fashion.
It’s bad. Bad special effects, the works. But it’s also charming and fun, and I enjoyed the hell out of it.
Small thought on AI again. I took the summary of the film I’m currently using in the Sister Site review and asked the Assistant here to shorten it for me. The results aren’t the summary you see a couple of paragraphs back, but damn close. I edited the resulting paragraph, clarifying points here and there.
That’s the second time today I’ve used the Assistant in such fashion (I reworked a excerpt with it first). It’s a useful thing, opening my eyes to potential ways of expression. However, it does put my gut on edge for some reason. The words don’t feel fully mine. Like I’m cheating somehow.
Dunno. It might get used sparingly. Sure as hell feel like I should to admit using it.
