THE CABIN AT THE END OF THE WORLD written by Paul Tremblay and KNOCK AT THE CABIN direct by M. Night Shyamalan tell the same story, but neither version lived up to what the premise promised.
The book sounded like it would be tense and emotionally brutal. Instead, I found it frustrating. There’s so much potential here, but very little is done with it. The constant ambiguity and lack of action drained the impact for me instead of deepening it.
The movie is only slightly better, but at least it tries to give the audience some footing. It still holds back, but it makes an effort to provide closure, which helped.
I didn’t love either version. The book disappointed me, and the film only improves on it a little. Both had the bones of something unforgettable, but too much is lost to hesitation and uncertainty. If you’re curious at all, the movie is the better experience.
As always,
AstraDaemon

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