Honeymoon holds few surprises if
you know what it's about going in. But that's OK, because it does
what it does extremely well. When our newly-married
protagonists arrive at a remote cabin for their titular getaway,
everything's sickeningly-sweet pet names and makin' love . . . until
one night when the groom finds his bride in the woods wearing nothing
but a dazed look on her face. Her nightgown turns up soon after, and
it's covered in what looks like the slimy evidence of an illicit
romp. In the days following her midnight stroll, the young lady
starts acting more and more bizarre, and before long it seems she
might no longer be the person her husband married. Something got
inside of her out there in the woods. Now it wants out. Hubby's
screwed. Honeymoon disturbed
me to such an extent I'm calling it my favorite horror film of
2014.
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