A poor man’s hybrid of Memento and Rosemarys Baby, bio-fascination was the only thing of any interest leading into “The Kindred” for me….until even that completely bleeds out not even halfway through.
So…I can be convinced to overlook the amateurish production values and how cheap the film looks as a result and hey, the pacing is measured out thoroughly with deliberate assertiveness from the overall tone supporting the films structure being ambiguously open-ended from the offset. What I CANNOT overlook is the melting pot of concepts involving motherhood, amnesia, family matters, cold cases and GHOSTS, all of which could’ve highlighted the massive potential in exploring how much someone should learn about the past and how that correlates to them currently being a parent; but instead, the story’s left either severely undercooked by the lazy screenwriting or completely hamstrung by the budget.
It constantly struggles with not knowing what type of film it wants to be for the first two acts and by the time it DOES find its way in the third, it’s a case of too little too late. But maybe I’d be more morbidly involved if the sound effects weren’t all ridiculously annoying jump-scares, the characters weren’t all walking cliches and Jamie Patterson’s directing and Christian J. Hearns’ writing didn’t consist of simply crossing off checkmarks with random scenes and completely devoid of substance filler.
Yes, i know it’s stuff we’ve all seen before but the fact that they had so many interesting concepts laced in with the plot they chose and they STILL didn’t do a single damn thing with any of them…..that’s a fail.
No exaggeration, it felt like I was watching an entire season of Hollyoaks: somewhat heartfelt and passionate in smaller doses but taking one glance at the bigger picture and all the good is almost irreversibly snuffed out.