It's the most Blumhouse thing ever that the final act of Imaginary takes place in a realm of pure imagination - as a character describes it, 'it can be whatever we want it to be!' - and it's... a pitch black house with zero visual clarity. Where's the whimsy? The IMAGINATION?!
I've often given props to Blumhouse's low budget, high reward approach to film making... but this year they seem to be on a mission to make the most boring horror in existence, and IMAGINARY is no exception
Well, what kinda HALLOWEEN fan are you? Carpenter purist? Laurie Strode sequels? Thorne Trilogy? Rob Zombie? Blumhouse? One of those Season of the Witch weirdos?