I was loving this thriller for the first half. They set up one of the most despicable villains ever, and give her the ultimate hubris, as a woman who profits by taking stewardship of hapless old people, stowing them in homes, and selling their belongings unwitting takes what she thinks is a helpless victim with no family connections but turns out to be anything but, setting you up to see a real baddie get a delicious comeuppance. And then, they treat her like a hero for the second half, have her go on to massive success and triumph, and have her undone not by her deeds throughout the movie by an almost literal “chekhov’s gun” in the last 30 sconds of the movie in what a third grader would probably think is profound poetic justice. Even the Big Baddie who she pissed off by imprisoning a woman he cares about and then stealing from hom, and then does even worse to him after he mistakenly leaves her for dead, simply forgives her and suggests they’d do better going into business together than killing each other. I don’t want to see the villain do nothing but triumph over obstacles and reap rewards from doing terrible things to old people instead of suffering consequences consequences. It’s like the opposite of a catharsis. Watching this movie just made me feel terrible.
