Well, pack it up, folks. It’s been a fun 130-odd years, but now, film is officially dying, and a crappy shark flick called Chum signed its death certificate. I’ve been a film critic for fifteen years, and enjoying the medium for twice as long, and in that time, I have seen movies I’ve hated: ones that were annoying, vapid, poorly made, lazy or pushed questionable messages. But never have I been so angered to my core as I was today by Chum.