I'm Dreaming of a White Doomsday (2017)

White Doomsday has been called bleak and pessimistic by other reviewers, and that's what it's supposed to be.All too often we're presented with apocalyptic depictions where movie stars defy all odds and rise above the situation. Well that doesn't happen in this film! Mike Lombardo shows us an apocalypse that is an absolutely wretched situation and a situation best avoided. A bomb shelter and a stockpile of guns mean nothing when the food runs out. Throughout the movie, I truly sympathize with all the characters, even the monster! This is a rare thing in horror films.I'm Dreaming Of A White Doomsday is the story of ordinary people dealing with a really bad situation. It doesn't end well. That's what makes good horror.This is my first time ever movie review. Sorry for any inarticulateness.

Good writing is what gets you through a coffee break. Great writing is what gets you through everything else. Mike Lombardo's talented pen proves quite adept at achieving both. His latest work is proof positive that when talent meets passion . . it's a fire starter, because he is bringing some serious heat with this tale. I'm Dreaming of a White Doomsday marries the traditional plate of merry with an unconventional serving of horrific splendor. Told from a seat at the table inside the end of times, Doomsday leads us on a journey where hope exists in earnest sips. At the onset, we're introduced to a young family struggling to survive an apocalyptic event inside the din of a bomb shelter. Inside this world of black and white conclusions, the three attempt to color up their future in more hopeful palettes; buoyed by a yesterday whose promise seems a fleeting, wicked tease. Inside the misery of horrible consequences, Lombardo sprinkles seeds of hope: A father's promise to his young son reads like a sonnet. A mother's vow to return from the wreckage feeds us with the warmth of stolen days. And then there's Santa, trudging through the wasteland in his gas mask, fending off the inevitable tides whilst lugging a sack of mysterious yuletide. Doomsday reminds us why cinema will never go away. Because there is a magic to the gathering swell of strangers who lose themselves inside the whispers and hush of magical stories. Stories like this.

I'm Dreaming of a White Doomsday is the feature film debut of writer/director Mike Lombardo. There is an instant feeling of desperation, anxiety and dread from the moment we encounter our family. The writing was extremely well paced and characters were well defined. All of the performances were superb and there was a magnificent chemistry between the actors.This is one depressing film. The fact that it takes place during the "happiest" time of the year is such a brilliant contradiction. The sets are claustrophobic. The outdoor sequences capture a beautiful landscape of wretchedness. This is a low budget film that looks ten times its expense.I'm Dreaming of a White Doomsday is an emotional ride and character study. Without giving spoilers, there is a specific scene that will forever burn in my mind. After the mother makes a touching decision, she leaves the room and leans against an adjacent wall. There is so much emotion to that scene it affects me as I write about it now.There are few films this depressing that I can watch over and over again. Another one that comes to mind is Leaving Las Vegas. Although, they do not share many qualities as a whole they both fill you with an overwhelming sense of sadness. But they also manage to be such beautiful films you cannot help but want to watch them multiple times.Days after my viewing of I'm Dreaming of a White Doomsday an unexpected reaction occurred. Even though I have always enjoyed spending time with family & loved ones, my appreciation of the holidays and ability to spend time with those I love has forever changed. As witnessed on film, doomsday can surprisingly arrive at any time.

10 Cloverfield Lane meets Black Christmas, with a side helping of The Mist. The last four minutes of this movie will stomp your childhood into little pieces. It makes The Road look like a feel good, family film. This movie is so bleak, emo kids could theoretically get more depressed watching it. It really needs to have a series of disclaimers or warnings. For example: If you watch this with your children, DSS should take them from you. Or... Do not watch this with any sharp objects nearby, or while under the influence of depressants. With all that being said, I loved it.