I saw The Fog (2005) in theater when it came out. I didn’t put too much thought into what I saw back then (I was merely 15; saw The Fast and the Furious 3 also… hadn’t even seen the first two). I think I even liked it at the time.
Revisiting it for the first time eight years later? I had different feelings about the movie.
First of all, the scariest thing right off the bat was Tom Welling’s turtleneck. And I thought he was a total dreamboat.
Second of all, the leading lady is, oh my god, that one girl from Breaking Dawn I and II.
Rob Zombie should have learned from The Fog remake that when you mess with a John Carpenter original, it doesn’t end well. OK… maybe Zombie’s Halloween remakes have slightly higher RT ratings, but that’s just because everyone loves DRAGULAAAAA.
This movie wasn’t over-the-top awful. It was just plain old bad. You’re not really scared; you’re not really commiserating with the characters; and for a 100-minute long movie, it seems much longer. You might find yourself wondering when it’s going to cut to the chase.
This is the type of movie where “the sins of the fathers are visited upon the heads of the children.” <–Can you guess what I did there? That’s a direct quote from the movie! But there’s always got to be that priest that’s walking around nervously, holding a book, obviously aware of what’s going on. BUT WON’T. TELL. ANYBODY. At least he won’t tell anybody until it’s already obvious/too late.
Anyway, there are a couple visually appealing/eerie scenes. But beyond that, the best thing this movie had going for it was a moderately steamy shower scene between Tom Welling and Maggie Grace.