Review rated by 11 Ciao members on average: somewhat helpful
This low-budget mindwarper has several things going for it, chief among them a charmingly unctuous performance from lead Kevin Howarth as Max Parry, a character who is something of the new millennium's equivalent of Benoit Poelvoorde's serial-killing Ben in the 1992 Belgian film Man Bites Dog. There's also a charming lack of politically correct restraint shown, which counts for more than you might think in a film that's essentially one long confession of modi operandi from a gloating psychopath. Best of all, however, may be the film's central conceit. Howarth's Max is a wedding videographer by day and an enthusiastically psychoanalytical maniac by night, who has taped his grisly misdeeds and a running commentary thereon over a generic teen slasher horror film, which, in the context of the film's shadow reality, has then been rented by you, the unsuspecting viewer. Director Julian Richards (Darklands) has much to say on the topics of horror films and societal violence and the bloody intersection of the two, and all of it comes out of Max's mouth, as he offers nearly nonstop running commentary over jittery handheld scenes of home-invasion mayhem. Fans of the genre will be quick to point out the similarities between this and Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer, but whereas John McNaughton's groundbreaking film took neither sides nor prisoners, Richards' film is intensely eager to spark debate: "You know this is real," points out the reptilian and annoyingly smug Max, "so why are you still watching it?" The question is repeated ad infinitum in various forms as we're made privy to chatty Max off the job, enjoying dinner and traipsing into existential overkill with his oblivious girlfriend Petra (Antonia Beamish) and friends, as well as his ever-present cameraman (Mark Stevenson), who's in on the grisly game and eager to try his own hand at it.
Despite the film's horrific verisimilitude and a genuinely smart screenplay by Richards and James Handel that simultaneously rubs our noses in the horror while allowing us to savor the flavor - and thereby become complicit in Max's onscreen theatrics - this is still Criminal Psych 101 material that's been covered before. Why are we still watching? Because we like to, of course.
21.02.2006 17:44
Surprided this review is still showing as it was copied
31.10.2005 17:40
NH as this appears to have been copied. However, if you can prove the review was originally your work, I'll re-rate.
31.10.2005 10:04
Never copy as you'll always get found out. If you decide to write the review in your own words let me know.