Wicked Little Things starts out promisingly enough. A woman and her two daughters move into a house out in Pennsylvania coal mining country that she's inherited from her recently dead husband. For no adequately explained reason, a gaggle of 100+ year old undead children killed in a nearby mine just happen to decide it's time to come out for a snack. Possibly the return of the the original mine owner's great grandson has something to do with it. Like I mentioned, it's not really clear.
That director Cardone decided to introduce the undead kids with an abrupt nonchalance seems odd, considering he's produced a good pic or two and one would think he'd know better. They're not sprung on us in any surprising way - just presented as if to say "Here they are. It's the best we could afford. Um...Boo." Then again, the undead kids themselves look nothing so much like a bunch of kids made up for Halloween. Then again, maybe it's not surprising that he wouldn't take any special trouble over something so stunningly unconvincing.
That director Cardone decided to introduce the undead kids with an abrupt nonchalance seems odd, considering he's produced a good pic or two and one would think he'd know better. They're not sprung on us in any surprising way - just presented as if to say "Here they are. It's the best we could afford. Um...Boo." Then again, the undead kids themselves look nothing so much like a bunch of kids made up for Halloween. Then again, maybe it's not surprising that he wouldn't take any special trouble over something so stunningly unconvincing.