Iron Lung: An Honest Review
Good afterevenmorn, Readers!
I took myself on a date Thursday night. It was very romantic. I first went to a bookshop to pick up a new book for myself (this was because I had forgotten to take my book with me, and could not spend the evening passing time without a book. It is law that if you forget the book you intended to bring, you must procure a new one. I don’t make the rules (I do, in fact, make the rules)). I do so love a bookshop that is full of books. So many have “branched out” relegating the books to a tiny corner and filling the space with other stuff. I’m diverting, but this is a worthy digression.
Anyway, after treating myself to a new book, I ventured over to a restaurant and treated myself to dinner and a couple of drinks. Given how cold it was in Ottawa Thursday night (-22C or so before the windchill… I might be wrong, but I think that is somewhere around -8F), I was surprised by how busy it had gotten; a fact I only realised when it was time to pay up and head over to the cinema. It is a very good book, so far.
So off to the cinema I went, with a full stomach, to watch the new indie horror film Iron Lung, scripted, produced, directed by and staring YouTube personality Markiplier. I did not know what to expect. I have spent the better part of the lead up to the release of the film avoiding everything to do with it in order to go in as fresh and unspoiled as possible. I was expecting it to be very much an amateur film; rough around the edges, perhaps a little silly where it ought not b… you know… normal mistakes from amateur filmmakers with their first feature. I did not get what I expected.
