


T-shirts, posters, stickers, home decor, and more, designed and sold by independent artists. And the genuinely disquieting possibilities of his precocious cleverness are just forgotten about in favour of standard-issue horror cliches. High quality The Prodigy 2019-inspired gifts and merchandise. He speaks Hungarian dialect in his sleep. Miles has violent episodes that he can’t remember afterwards. This kid becomes eight-year-old Miles (Jackson Robert Scott) who is adorable but given to weird mood swings and staring up at adults through his lashes in the manner of demon kids everywhere. Taylor Schilling (from Orange Is the New Black) plays Sarah, who gives birth to a child at the exact cosmically malign moment that a Hungarian-speaking serial killer is shot dead by cops. It’s an unscary scary movie that quickly abandons the very thing that might have made it interesting (ie, the disturbing quality of childhood genius – which is to say, the thing in the title) in favour of tiresome jump scares, bad child acting, bad grownup acting and untied plot strands designed to facilitate a terrible franchise, like The Conjuring or Insidious. Is it irony? Is it comedy? Is it some form of pop-art primitivism? No. S ome films are so uncompromisingly bad that their awfulness triggers a spasm of second-guessing and self-doubt.
