Much of this gets repeated in the dialogue between characters making these sorts of confessions pointless, but that said, everything is delivered with the grace of a dropped sack of gizzards. Looking into the camera, he simply says what happened and why. Fullhardt recording what are presumably video diaries. Most of the story is moved forward by Mark C. The worst cinema sin, though, is the movie’s overreliance on exposition dumps. It feels more like a barfly sh*tting its pants as a punchline. There’s a kind of comedy to the way new narrative threads arrive as subtle as a rock through a window, but nothing is ever allowed enough time to really develop. Twists often feel unnecessary at best while at worst contrived, and in many ways, the movie is just overstuffed. Unlike canned cranberry sauce, not much of the plot to Amityville Thanksgiving holds together. Demonico and the Defiores in Amityville Thanksgiving
Fullhardt, Natalie Peri, and Paul Faggione as Dr. What ensues is an attempt at a psycho-sexual suspense thriller with supernatural overtones. Demonico has his own nefarious intentions. Unfortunately, he isn’t really interested in helping them heal. Hoping to resolve numerous marital difficulties, they’ve employed the help of therapist Dr. The general plot follows a married couple named Jackie and Danny Defiore, played by Natalie Peri and Paul Faggione. However, that never stops Amityville Thanksgiving from powering forward. The plot is a cornucopia of concepts flung at the wall. Eating raw gobbler may cause less intestinal distress than watching Amityville Thanksgiving, yet there are a few laughs among its cringeworthy content. The film does benefit from some surprisingly sincere performances, but it’s lipstick on a turkey headed for the chopping block.
It unflinchingly inflicts drunk uncle-caliber dialogue on the audience while trying to juggle plot twists that neither twist nor deliver much plot. There’s an almost admirable brazenness to the awful Amityville Thanksgiving.
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