As you all know, I like to keep my eyes and ears out for fun little indie flicks and occasionally I catch a gem.
Scott Shermer's found.
is not one of them.
Set in nondescript suburbs, a depressed and lonely pre-teen with a fondness for horror movies discovers that his brother is a serial killer/rapist who bases his kills on a movie and carries his latest kill's head home in a bowling bag. Of course, this goes along with his parents being somewhat distant and not really paying attention.
Through the course of the film we get some revenge and some gore and a whole lot of mileage out of the word "faggot" which, seriously, is totally uncalled for.
|Oh and "nigger" gets bandied about a bit, too. Racism. Yay.|
It's too bad, too, because I was really looking forward to this one. From a story standpoint, other than the glaring "Why didn't you call the cops, you fuckwit?" question, this had a lot of potential. It was quite dramatic and it was an almost effective coming-of-age story but it needed something. A little oomph. A little pizzazz.
|And not this guy.|
What we got was relatively lackluster even if it was supposed to be about half drama. I don't particularly care for drama in the first place and, frankly, it was the gore that drew me in but for real, this was a slow-fucking-burn. And it was a slow-burn with an awful message. Oh, yeah, if you're getting picked on, you can count on your older brother but older brothers tease, too, and considering the amount of use "faggot" gets in this on top of the ending, the ultimate message is that it doesn't get better. In fact, if the story is to be taken as a metaphor of real life, it just keeps getting more and more insane and not in a good way.
I mean, it's not a BAD movie but it's definitely not what I was expecting and it's racist and homophobic to boot.
It does have it's merits, though. The film within a film was what all young gorehounds want to see and the acting was acceptable. If only they had a better script to work from.
Meh. Meh, I tell you. Meh.
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