Movie Review: A Cure for WellnessCurator Rosalita Moog Author
A space complete of studio executives sit all around a table. Every of them has a compact pile of paper scraps and a pen. They jot down dozens of points that they think in shape the definition of universally creepy: “Previous, European Art Deco wellness spas” “lank-haired girls with Vitamin E deficiencies” “stern-confronted men and women speaking German” “iron lungs” “eels.” They then proceed to take round-robin turns pulling these concepts out of a hat, depositing a random handful picks into a manila envelope.
This report by David Fear on www.rollingstone.com: ‘A Treatment for Wellness’ Critique: WTF Spooky-By-Figures Horror Loses Its License to Sick