“Unraveling Secrets at Carriage Hill: A Spellbinding Screenplay That Redefines Expectations!”
Which is how this reads. I mean, one second, we’re watching this gorgeous naked woman. The next second that same woman is 100 years old. It’s a creepy image but I wasn’t clear on how their body changed.
We’re got the hippie compound. We’ve got underground tunnel systems. We’ve got everybody under the sun acting bizarre.
I didn’t dislike it but I guess, at a certain point, I could no longer suspend disbelief. There were too many things to keep track of. And I get the conundrum of being the screenwriter in this scenario. You want to keep giving the reader the fun that they came for, so they’ll want to keep turning the pages.
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