At some point in this film a character states "I thought this was going to be funny, but actually it's kind of sad" and I all I could do was shrug, quietly agree and wait for the end so I could go home.
What begins as possible reality quickly and without qualm sidesteps into complete insanity, whereupon it proceeds to gleefully roll around in it like a pig in shit. There's some truly excellent wrongness going on here. This is a man who should be making Clive Barker movies.
Jason Statham Season comes to a close. Initial assessment was 'Not as good as the first one' and 'A bit too silly'. Whilst both are valid criticisms, after a touch of consideration I came to realise that this film is still a lot better than the majority of the rancid skidmarks film makers choose to wipe across cinema screens these days.
When I read Clive Barker, I envisage all sorts of wonderful dark majesties. I never conjure up thoughts of something that could only be described as completely retarded ass. Makes you wonder how this kind of thing keeps happening.
I thought that if I was going to watch a movie on a tiny screen in the back of a plane seat, I should pick something shit so the viewing conditions couldn't make it any worse. I got it wrong. Outrageous good fun, wish I'd watched it on something bigger.
Standard horror by a lake scenario, whereby the killer is replaced by some ropey social commentary, the deaths are replaced by a large amount of running and screaming, and the idea of enjoyment is replaced by one of boredom.