Don't get me wrong. Pedophilia can be a scintillating subject of film fun from satires (Lolita), searing Southern melodramas (take your pick from Tennessee Williams), masterpieces (M), or to the unclassifiable (Happiness). The problem comes when filmmakers light the flame and have no idea where to carry it or how to extinguish it. Such is the case with David Ross's confused The Babysitters.
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McKee returned earlier this year with a follow-up, another "thinking man's" horror film that didn't garner the same attention. It barely got a theatrical release (which I could convince none of my critics to go see), and I can't find any reports of its box office gross aside from a blunt "$0."
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