Marlon Wayans brings a game with the predictable and trial and favored horror of football

I’m generally not the type to declare a moratorium, but after looking at the director and co-series, I think that horror filmmakers may need to seriously reconsider these stories of “web spider web”. You know those. It is a protagonist or a group of unconscious protagonists who are invited in the middle of nowhere, spending time in a village or a compound full of cultists, gladly put their phones for obviously suspect reasons, and walking during most of the film, trying to determine if something scary takes place.

Surprise! There is always something scary. Web Spider films are a horror sub-genre where the only twist is that you watch a horror film. What you already knew, because it looked like a spider web all the time. Only the fly was never unconscious. The rest of us made our thumbs brandish all the time, eagerly waiting for him to put himself.

Come on, Hollywood. We saw the poster. We saw the trailer. It is quite possible to build suspense by letting your audience wander a few meters in front of the heroes, so we know that they are in danger before them. But if you are not going to come out of this danger before the third act, you would better make sure that the first two captors like hell. And “him” does not do it. And besides, did not score “Opus” by Anthony Green, another film of 2025 which could easily be described as a “menu” without caffeine.

“Him” features Tariq Withers (“I know what you did last summer”) as Cameron Cade, football prodigy with potential, we are told, to be the next white Isaiah. So who is Isaiah White? He is the quarter of the fictitious team of the NFL The San Antonio Saviors. He would also be the biggest of all time, and this goat is about to retire.

Cameron is attacked by a mystery man in a mascot costume, and his head injury forces him to sit on his great chance of being written. Fortunately for him – Or is it?! – Isaiah White wants to prepare him to be his successor. All Cameron has to do is to go to the middle of nowhere, spend time in a compound full of cultists, gladly put your mobile phone and walk for most of the film, trying to determine if something scary is happening.

Isaiah White is played by Marlon Wayans, a large actor who is generally not allowed to be a big actor, because most of his greatest successes are wacky and inintive comedies. But we all know that he has another “Requiem for a dream” in him somewhere, and he acts as “him” is everything. This is not the case. He is struggling with ridiculous mood swings and a dialogue tree full of obvious red flags. Justin Tipping gave Marlon Wayans Free Reign to show his things, and the film we obtain is in no way the fault of Wayans. If the scenario – credited at the tip, jump Bronkie and Zack Akers – was half as smart as he thinks, Wayans could have put it above.

But instead, we have a film where, functionally, only a few things happen. Cameron wants to be a quarter, he has to work with Isaiah to become a quarter -arre, Isaiah does scary stuff, and Cameron discovers it – stay with me here, because it will breathe you – actually scary. Theoretically, the brain lesion of our hero could have brought us to suspect that frightening visions and suspicious behavior were all in his head, and that he does not interpret good intentions as evil patterns. But there is no evidence in support of this theory and in addition, it is very unlikely that a film marketed in the kind of horror will reveal that, whoopsie-Daisies, nothing on this subject was frightening.

Again, there is nothing terribly bad with the public knowing what the hero does before. This is how genres are formed, by meeting the specific expectations of the public. But there is a difference between “knowing what is what is” and knowing everything, and everything is played out almost exactly as the “him” says. It is a great accumulation to something we already knew. It is like making a film on the Titanic and claim that maybe the ship will not flow, because perhaps all passengers will be saved by a giant octopus. (Okay, bad example: this really happened.)

Justin Tipping is trying to manage on style. He filmed violence, on the football field and in the life or death of the difficulties, as one of the last “Mortal Kombat” matches, with a vision of X -rays revealing detailed skull fractures and other internal injuries. But that evokes the fact that, although “him” is a horror film on professional football, he has very little to say about violence at the heart of sport and the very real dangers to play it.

He has something to say about football himself. “Him” attacks the dangers of hero’s worship and makes moral compromises for glory and glory, and generally throws sport like a bad thing, a bad thing. The anger of the film is understandable, although frank, but by the bottom of the final act seems much more invested in the opaque and confusing mythology of the film than the way in which this mythology relates to anything in the real world. One of the last acts of violence is damn inexplicable according to all that the film told us. Either they cut the part where they really installed what happened – and taking into account the courtyard [no spoilers, but insert a similar and better movie here]And they just nailed her afterwards.

“Him” does not have the fascinating characters, the bad orientation, the suspense carefully stretched and the reflection that makes a Spider web film work. You learn as much from the film as from the trailer, and the trailer is free to watch and save you a lot of time. Congratulations to Marlon Wayans for bringing her game, but almost everyone gives this game.