It's my own fault for watching it

I could get on here and talk about the disgusting projectile vomit I suffered while watching this movie (which, strangely enough, stopped when the movie ended), but really, I shouldn't complain.

It was I who turned on the Syfy channel at 2:06am. Me. No one else. I didn't expect to fall in love with what I saw by any stretch.

However, that said, they still had no right to make a movie this bad. Like, you should need a license to make movies this awful.

I mean couldn't there have been a warning? Like in a subtitle or something? "The Seamstress" then just below, "Warning: this movie will deny you the ability to ever feel happiness again". That would have been really nice.

Just saying.