Ruta Gedmintas, Courtney Hope, Bruce Payne
Another film that enforces the ridiculous idea that all small town American teenagers are gorgeous, sex mad drug fiends (well, apart from the token fat one obviously)...I fuckin' wish. This movie started just as predictably as I had expected it to, but then moved on at a relentless, tension filled pace that I didn't expect. A group of teenagers go on a cross-country road trip so that one of their number can pay the deposit on a new flat in the big city (as you do). Once on the road however things take a turn for the worse when their car breaks down on a lonely stretch of highway (As they do). Their luck looks to have turned when a friendly, albeit creepy truck driver reluctantly offers them a lift in the back of his cab (as they do)-on one condition, that nobody looks in the boxes he has in there. Surprisingly no alarm bells go off in our simple corn-fed American brain units and they happily pile in and proceed to get absolutely shitfaced on all manner of stimulants. It soon becomes clear however that all is not well with their new fast moving death-can after the truck parks up at a deserted warehouse estate, and the back door slides open all by itself to reveal a dark, dingy, and apparently very smelly old slaughterhouse...and there's not an animal in sight. So obviously there's a maniac out there somewhere in the darkness, waiting...Lucky for them there is no maniac hiding in the fetid darkness. Unlucky for them there's an army of the bastards, and they all have super strength, huge pointy fangs and rumbling bellies...
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| Okay, okay! You can have my hat! Jesus! |
Some good ol' fashioned 'big crazy screaming face out of nowhere' type frights abound as an army of vampires leap, jump and prance about in the darkness, like a hideous ballerina troupe high on PCP. The body count isn't high, but a couple of these people die a few deaths so the unknown pecking order of doom is enough to keep you on your toes awaiting the next jump.
GORE 4/5
Body-parts and arterial blood spray's aplenty as our legion of bloodsuckers work their way through the relatively unknown cast with ease. I know it's only practice kills for these guys, but they seem pretty good at what they do already. The last time I practiced on a skateboard I damn near broke my fucking face, I never aced it first time round. (I gave up actually, I'm too pretty to take that kind of punishment)
NUDITY 0/1
for a group of sex starved, drug and drink addled teenagers (who, to be honest, look more like twenty-eight to thirty five year olds) there's a genuine lack of nudity on display here for which I must say I'm hugely disappointed. I do like a bit of sex with my violence...though not in the same scene obviously.
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| This isn't scary, this is just closing time in any Glasgow bar. |
Not too bad actually, the after-dark series of original horrors (of which I have been slowly working my way through this week) have all been quite good on the old plot and characterisation aspects. They aren't great, but they aren't big budget blockbusters either so you shouldn't expect them to be mind-blowing. They're low end, but well made little slices of terror for the 'sit at home and eat crisps, while watching movies on a week night' market. If you take them as they are you'll really enjoy them, and you might even let out an involuntary aaawwww when one of the characters dies a horrific death.Then again, you might not...
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1559033/
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