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Once it decides to dispose with the small talk and get to the mayhem, I Didn't Come Here To Die is a lot of fun in fits and spurts. Emphasis on spurts... and gushes, and torrents, and chunks. It has some definite jest with its violence - you can tell that's where the film-makers were invested, and since that's what I came here for, no judgment. I've seen worse acting in these sorts of things, which is to say I have seen really abysmal acting, while this is just simply and straightforwardly bad. I wish it had maintained the "Final Destination in the woods" thing it had going at first - outdoors activities gone rogue lent it a wacky gore-hound Tom & Jerry vibe that it started losing sight of once the horror began relying upon performance over popping eyeballs.
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