Hello stupid my old friend, I’ve come back to the theater to see you again. Yeah, Imaginary is a stupid, overly serious, ridiculous and boring horror film from our friends at Blumhouse… who should know better. But, hell, they also burped up Truth or Date so we’re not talking carefully crafted here.

Imaginary is about a family who moves into a new home where the youngest daughter finds one of them there evil teddy bears. Or a teddy possessed by her imaginary friend. And imaginary friends are sometimes good, sometimes evil, and sometimes star in tedious, unscary movies.

Now imagine a film that takes itself dreadfully serious for the first two acts… and then switches screenwriters and starts making fun of itself. It’s not enough to justify all the grim seriousness early on but at least they found someone who knew camp when he saw it. Not that it makes much of a difference.

And not that I actually know a new screenwriter showed up… but the flick has three writing credits which is about three more than I figured half-way through this dumb mess.

Also was frowning at their indecision… is this a killer doll movie or an evil spirit movie? I guess the answer is yes but c’mon… pick a lane if you’re trying to create a spooky movie that plays on our childhood fears.

The self-aware comedy is too little too late for this overlong, overly dark, and tediously nonsensical film. It’s the kind of bad horror they crank out without caring. It’s a waste of time.

Score: 62