Bad Movies Beware!
There are some things you have to remember and consider when watching independent movies, a.k.a. Indie Flicks:
A)They have, virtually, no budget. Any money that they have managed to put towards production has been gained either by fundraiser or donation.
B)The movie was written, directed, produced, and(usually) stars the same one guy who has painted his name all over the ending credits along with the three other people he got to help him out with camera and sound.
C)The actors are, nine times out of ten, people who have never done this before and are only doing it because they are buddies with the director/writer/producer. Don’t expect a good performance from them.
In fact, I’ve not heard this much crap from the heart since Steel Magnolias. It’s like a chick flick with gore. The writing is just bad, and the acting is worse. In fact, I’ve seen better performances from nervous middle-school kids than I saw from these “actors.”
The movie actually got better once Skinner showed up and started his massacre. Ever had one of those where you’re actually cheering for the killer?
Sixty-six minutes later, it’s over. Yup. One hour, give or take. So what happens? Well, once the heroic Stanford boy and girl-next-door off Skinner, they motor off on a boat, kissing as the sun sets on the words “6 Months Later…”
The Epilogue is tacked on at the end like Eeyore’s tail. Girl and boy are at Stanford together, trying to move past the horrors of running from the Butcher on the island. As they fall asleep, a figure emerges from the bathroom. Of course, being shot with a harpoon and beaten over the head with a club did not kill him.
I could sit through it again, but only for a laugh. It’s not terrible, but it ain’t great. The writer/director/producer obviously loves the Friday the 13th and Halloween movies, so he made one and slapped a different sticker on the box.
To say that the acting is wooden is a compliment. To say that the acting and dialogue are bad to the point of hilarity is about right. In fact, it probably would have been better if Kevin Costner had actually shown up to train these people. Then at least they could perfect saying every line in the same tone with the same facial expression. Some of them were trying so hard that they looked like they were seizing.
If you are looking for boobies, blood and ignorance, have at it. If you are looking for a good addition to your slasher flick collection, look elsewhere.