What a waste 3

Rarely have I been so disappointed by a film that admits himself the status of a blockbuster. Pointless quasi-SyFy-drivel is replaced by a current through the woods son of Will Smith. Few times right, left several times, and already he's there. Breathing stock that does not extend only, and then already. Animals which are only evil and then not. Etc etc.. So a writer would not even be taken out of the envelope without the name Smith behind.