Nasty, nasty, nasty. Whatever the genesis, it's ended up as a fiery feminist fable (albeit daft bollocks). The final image is a corker. I'm sure it was a deliberate poke in his eye.
"We all have flaws, and mine is being wicked."
James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks 1951
Red wine and microwave popcorn for me, which I'm not sure was the greatest of combos, but that's a discussion for another day. I enjoyed it, although I fear that having taken on ACTUAL origin-of-the-term Gremlins in this, there's scope for a sequel where Chloe Grace Moretz takes on ACTAL origin-of-the-term-and-Dave-Grohl-better-fuck-off-nicest-guy-in-rock-or-not Foo Fighters.