I hate that The Blind Man (Stephen Lang) is apparently capable of kidnapping a healthy young woman and, despite being the father of the girl that said woman killed, is not investigated by the police for said kidnapping.

I hate that The Blind Man was mysteriously capable of setting up an elaborate dungeon in his home without any help.

I hate that, despite not seeing any sort of weights or workout equipment inside his home, The Blind Man is super muscular.

I hate that The Blind Man apparently can’t hear people breathing when they are standing three feet away, but is capable of hearing them breathing when they’re in an entirely different room.

I hate that The Blind Man is an invincible superhuman monster that is bludgeoned, stabbed, and shot and yet does not die.

I hate that Don’t Breathe turns into Cujo during the third act.

I hate that, despite being blind, The Blind Man is able to locate and capture Rocky (Jane Levy) outside.

I hate that, despite having an obvious dungeon in the basement of his home, The Blind Man is lauded as a hero by the police and media.

In conclusion, I hate almost everything about this film. The only positive things worth mentioning are the performances and the cinematography.

Don’t Breathe? Don’t bother.