I just watched the worst movie of my life

Every blessed Sunday, I set aside three to four hours to prep for Tuesday’s edition of Traffic Jam Avenue, which I host with my friend Chriss Casper every Tuesday on Lounge Avenue. This involves watching movies, recalling series, and finding interesting places worth recommending. This time, through a recommendation from a friend with rather interesting movie tastes, I ended up with Iron Lung.

The story premise is a first for me: The Big Rupture, and I think it refers to The Big Rip.

Science moment in the article

The Universe is currently in full expansion, a process called inflation. Space-time, since that is what the texture underlying matter in the Universe is called, is expanding so fast it exceeds the speed of light. This means, at some point, we will no longer have stars in the sky. Not that they have reached the end of their lives, but their light would travel slower than the speed at which they are moving away, never reaching us.

Back to the movie

A guy, who everyone seems mad at for allegedly blowing up a space station, is sent in a completely run-down submarine into an ocean of human blood, located on another planet or some moon. Why there is an ocean of human blood, or which moon or planet it is, is never explained to us. Our hero is sent against his will, to pay for his deeds, on a highly unlikely mission to retrieve a bone sample from the bottom of the human blood ocean. Down there, he finds some massive monsters.

The movie is exactly as bad as you imagined so far. At the end, I was curious to find out who came up with this cinematic piece. Not only did he direct it, but he also played the condemned man in the submarine: a youtuber.

Avoid it.