Though Exit 8 struggles to sustain its atmospheric highs, becoming less interesting with each loop, it survives as a daring genre exercise.
Author: Prabhjot Bains
Prabhjot Bains
Prabhjot Bains is a Toronto-based film writer and critic who has structured his love of the medium around three indisputable truths- the 1970s were the best decade for American cinema, Tom Cruise is the greatest sprinter of all time, and you better not talk about fight club. His first and only love is cinema and he will jump at the chance to argue why his movie opinion is much better than yours. His film interests are diverse, as his love of Hollywood is only matched by his affinity for international cinema. You can reach Prabhjot on Instagram and Twitter @prabhjotbains96. Prabhjot's work can also be found at Exclaim! Tilt Magazine and The Hollywood Handle.
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