We're about half way through the Underrated Series and have finally reached one of the big genres. I'm expecting lots…
The Thrill Is In The Hunt.
Stranded backpackers in remote Australia fall prey to a murderous bushman who offers to fix their car, then takes them captive
Film 7 in the 2014 Halloween Film Fest
"Now, this little procedure is called, 'making a head on a stick', because once your spine's severed, that's what you have. HEAD ON A STICK!"
This was actually pretty decent. Well, sort of. I was enjoying the film, as it opened up introducing us to our three characters, showing a beautiful side to the Australian Outback. It didn't quite thrust us into the supposed horror state, until nearly an hour into the film, which isn't too bad, as it gives us a good feel for things. After that, it just fell downhill for me.
Wolf Creek takes place in 1999 Australia and follows three friends, Liz (Cassandra Magrath), Kristy (Kestie Morassi), and…
What makes this film just ever so slightly rear its head above mediocrity is the fact that it is beautifully shot and has a great build up towards the reveal of one hell of a bad guy.
It is a shame, however, that this otherwise creative film feels the need to merrily trod down the beaten path and have its heroes make silly decisions to facilitate the plot.
Still, it's well made, ruthless and at points rather tense, so I have no problems with glossing over its imperfections to enjoy myself.
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I think I like Greg McLean.
I had only seen Rogue before and I stated in my previous review for it that Rogue is a beautiful, underrated film.
Wolf Creek received plenty of praise upon it’s release as I recall but it too is a gorgeous film.
It is plain to see that Greg McLean loves Australia. You can see that in every frame the country is in. The country is as much a character as anyone else.
Will Gibson, DP on Wolf Creek and Rogue does a heck of a job.
Film #12 of Hoop-Tober
Scariness level: 6.5/10
A punishing and ruthless film in the vein of Eden Lake not because of how it pans out, but because of the adherence to ridiculous stereotypes; almost as a simplified excuse to act like a complete vicious cunt.
Hell, a particular scene around the camp fire just after we first meet Crocodile Dundee Mick - there's a sort of hint possibly explaining his actions; but then it turns out just to be a ridiculously annoying falsity.
It doesn't matter in the end, the violence is brutal - necessary? Maybe not. But who cares. Ebert did apparently. Either way, Dundee Mick is in essence a great villain with an iconic/horrible laugh that is eerie,…
"Now Lizzy... A rifle in the wrong hands can be you know, really dangerous. So, GIVE ME THE FUCKING-*BANG*"
I'm re-watching a lot of stuff in short intervals, it's very strange...
4 thoughts for 4 stars;
1) John Jarratt's silhouette needs more praise.
2) The chicks in this are like a poor man's Keira Knightley and Amy Adams. Also, the Letterboxd poster for this sucks, there's a much better one involving poor-man's-Amy Adams on the highway...much better.
3) Greg McLean makes a dripping umbrella look cool, also the Australian Blu-Ray for this opens with a trailer for the second one, then the trailer for The Wolf Of Wall Street and then the American Hustle trailer...it's odd.
4) The second one's still my favourite, but this is a darker beast. These films make me oddly patriotic (fun fact: I'm re-watching the second one next week...on a date! Oooh.)
See? Head on a stick!
I went into it cold knowing nothing and I have to say it was a pleasant old school ride. I'm not talking about the gore, but just the way the film is structured. A lot of modern horror end up to concerned with trying to make everything creepy right up front leaving nothing to subtlety.
Here we have three normal people exploring the Australian outback who encounter a few questionable characters and odd occurrences before the real threat ever shows it's head. Remember when horror films were like that? They'd keep you off guard a bit, making you think that perhaps those drunks at the bar would follow them or maybe something supernatural…
Mick Taylor: What was it your mate said again? Oh, yeah, that's not a knife - *this* is a knife!
Deserves props for a jumpy, elliptical (and surprisingly digital) aesthetic that doubly reinforces the omnipresence of the villain; when he says something like "Never know where I might pop up," it feels as though he really could randomly appear in any frame, even if he was nowhere to be seen in the previous one. Things that are harder to give props to: virtually everything that comes before that aesthetic is paid off.
Why would he lie?
Because he's a bloke.
Kristy and Liz, two British tourists, are traveling through the Australian Desert with their new Australian friend Ben, when they stop at Wolf Creek Crater - an enormous crater formed when a meteorite hit millennia ago. After a hike to the top of the crater and a view of its natural beauty, the trio return to their car to find that it won't start.
Stranded in the rain, it looks like they might be in a little bit of trouble until a man named Mick shows up in a tow truck. From that point on, they're not just in a little trouble - they're in whole lot of trouble.
Wolf Creek falls into the category of Hillbilly Horror, which I'm…
Bad in all the wrong ways.
I search vainly for meaning and purpose--any at all--in this exceedingly well made but exceedingly pointless horror film. Watching this after watching The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (to which this film obviously aspires) is like the farce after the tragedy, artistically speaking.
It is not the rape and torture that bothers me--the rape and torture of young women by predatory men is something that happens daily in our world and it's ridiculous to expect films, especially horror films, not to acknowledge it--it's the lame "thriller" elements. Like the cars that don't ever start right away. Mick popping up out of nowhere like a demon. The car chase. All this is mediocre thriller crap, and in padding his movie with it McLean really tips his hand as to what kind of movie he's really making: a technically-overachieving piece of junk.
"Pulls no punches" is the compliment I most want to pay Wolf Creek. It has its problems--an excessive set-up in the vein of Hostel, an ending comprised of multiple anticlimaxes--but its dreadful atmosphere and intense violence really works, and I was hooked for the entire running time, especially so once John Jarratt's ferocious Mick Taylor shows up. What a truly disturbed, perverse, uncomfortably hilarious character. I'm excited to see what the sequel has in store.
[Several critics, including Roger Ebert, tagged this movie as having a misogynistic streak. I'm not sure if I fully agree with that, as the ending subverts the Final Girl trope in an unexpected way, but the way the film builds up to said ending telegraphs a totally different conclusion, so...it's complicated. I'll count this as food for thought while still appreciating how engaging and well-made most of the film is.]
This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
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