Search This Blog

Showing posts with label flick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flick. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Review: Desolation

Desolation Poster
(imdb.com)
IFC Midnight has become a sable in the horror industry; churning out its share of fantastic flicks and the occasional dud. Luckily though, for fans constantly looking for the next horror film, IFC Midnight delivers in plethora. And for that, horror addicts should be thankful. One of their latest releases, Desolation, finds its light in the characters who bounce off of each other perfectly.

Following a recently widowed woman, her son and best friend on a hiking trip gone wrong, Desolation takes home invasion deep into the wilderness for a slow-burn that's somewhat tepid but unsettling nonetheless. Desolation stars Jaimi Paige (Peacock) as Abby, the mother of Sam, played by Toby Nichols (Iron Fist). The film also features Alyshia Ochse (True Detective) as Jen and Claude Duhamel (Valentine) as the mysterious stranger the trio encounters.

Jen is obvious cannon fodder to bolster the otherwise impossibly tiny kill count, but it's a shame since the actress is fantastic; a slightly wilder single woman whose confidence is undeniable. Her chemistry with the Paige's Abby - and to an extent Nichols's Sam - truly makes this movie. Without her finesse in establishing a truly special relationship onscreen, this movie could've gone a lot worse.


The plot, while incredibly simple is executed mostly well. The mysterious hiker could have been fleshed out more, but in a real-life case scenario, the victims would never figure out why he does what he ends up doing to them. In some ways, this subtle slow-burn may have actually worked even better if the protagonists received an even brighter ending. The lack of bloodshed could have been more effective had it been even more limited, since what little was shown seemed less like a choice than a fear of pulling the trigger.
 
Ultimately though, Desolation and its short runtime are definitely worth checking out. For the bond between the characters alone, this movie brims with a type of light so often missing from these types of slasher-invasion films. Each of the three is incredibly likeable and noteworthy, even if the fourth member of the cast remains completely elusive. Desolation is simple, taut and other than some flaws, mostly maintains interest. 6 out 10.

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Review: Cold Moon

Cold Moon Poster
(imdb.com)
What counts as a horror film? For some, horror movies are exclusively supernatural in nature. Haunted houses and aliens, werewolves and vampires, these movies represent a pretty narrow perspective. But for others, the broader definition includes thrillers like The Gift or The Invitation; movies designed to create a sense of dread or by definition, horror. This second world, the one in which more movies count in the genre because they truly deserve to, is the one that should be the rule, not the exception. Unfortunately though, this opens up the door to some bad ideas and some even worse films that horror sites must review. Movies like Cold Moon.

Following an investigation into a young woman's murder, this southern thriller is an absolute mess of a movie. With little actual direction and a main villain that is relatively unstoppable or suspected by the characters until the ghastly images he sees cause him to go insane, Cold Moon is like Gone Girl if Gone Girl was filtered through a horrendous, supernatural lens.  It stars Josh Stewart (Interstellar), Robbie Kay (Fugitive Pieces), Candy Clark (Zodiac), Frank Whaley (Pulp Fiction) and Christopher Lloyd (Back to the Future), all playing what is probably their worst roles to date.


The stupidity of the characters is constantly on full display. One scene where a character just leaves his car at the beckon call of a masked man possibly seeking help is completely ridiculous and unrealistic. There is no actual substance, rhyme or reason to him willingly getting out of the vehicle, and yet, here we are with two dead main characters. Then there's the awkward male gaze in one particular scene seems negligent considering it serves little purpose outside of showcasing a barely clothed woman in the woods with her fully clothed boyfriend. It’s a smaller part of a whole mess, but important to note nonetheless.


But the character work isn't the only thing wrong with Cold Moon. All too frequently, the dialogue relies on buzzwords like rattlesnakes and phrases like "the sticks," making blatantly clear that the filmmaker's perception of the South is relatively shallow, Its score - melodramatic and overstated - removes any sense of suspense or atmosphere. The flashback cutaways seem pulled from dramatic PSAs from the 90s.


Cold Moon is bad, almost offensively so. It's predictable, uninteresting and drearily tossed together. Viewers able to stick through this movie in its entirety deserve a reward, especially considering the film gives little to satisfy. They'll find little quality in this mystery thriller- if you can even call it that.