Director: Joe Lynch
I could have sworn I heard a constant stream of boyish giggling as Wrong Turn 2: Dead Ends splattered bucket after bucket of blood across the screen. And after watching all the special features on the DVD, I have a feeling that it was probably first time director Joe Lynch enjoying his chance to “MAKE HIS OWN DAMN MOVIE!” A former Troma Film Intern (Lloyd Kaufman Butt Slave) and cult film fanatic, our faithful director swore up and down in his interviews before the film’s release that WT2 “ …would put every single disgusting thing I ever wanted to see on screen!” Big words.
Retired military commander Colonel Dale Murphy (Henry Rollins) hosts the simulated post-apocalyptic reality show where participants (The Goth Girl, The Slut, The Black Guy, The Military Type, The Asshole) are challenged to survive a remote West Virginia wasteland. But the show turns into a nightmarish showdown when each realizes they are being hunted by an inbred family of cannibals determined to make them all dinner!
It starts off with an silly kill that’s almost scientifically designed to have the audience cheering (A body split right down the middle = Two easy to carry pieces to bring back home to mom and dad!) and then the creative team does the worst thing a film of its caliber (The Film Shot in Vancouver To Pay For All The Cocaine Caliber) could attempt…They try to make us care for the characters. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a noble endeavor, but it’s also one that can easily explode like a can of compressed feces, right into the viewer's face.
Retired military commander Colonel Dale Murphy (Henry Rollins) hosts the simulated post-apocalyptic reality show where participants (The Goth Girl, The Slut, The Black Guy, The Military Type, The Asshole) are challenged to survive a remote West Virginia wasteland. But the show turns into a nightmarish showdown when each realizes they are being hunted by an inbred family of cannibals determined to make them all dinner!
It starts off with an silly kill that’s almost scientifically designed to have the audience cheering (A body split right down the middle = Two easy to carry pieces to bring back home to mom and dad!) and then the creative team does the worst thing a film of its caliber (The Film Shot in Vancouver To Pay For All The Cocaine Caliber) could attempt…They try to make us care for the characters. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a noble endeavor, but it’s also one that can easily explode like a can of compressed feces, right into the viewer's face.
I hope you brought some mouthwash.
Thankfully, after a painful first half hour, the shit really hits the fan, but this time it's the pleasent shit that smells like freshly baked bread. The hillbilly rednecks from the last film are back, looking a little cheaper, but are ten times more mean! YARGHHHHH! Director Joe Lynch shoots everything creatively with style to spare with his Sam Raimi light chops. Two eyes meet the pointy part of an arrow and don’t get along. People have roughly forty miles of intestine ripped out of their lower chest cavity. Dynamite gets jammed into pants in an old man’s pants. If those last three sentences don’t make you giggle like a school-girl then this ride isn’t for you. Some people want to make great art, others want to make you think and then there’s films like this that want you to knock on your friends door at 2 AM in the morning screaming “You have GOT to see the scene where the two inbred mutants have monkey sex!” It’s rough around the edges, the characters are dull and disposable, but it does have Henry Rollins as a Bow-N-Arrow Bad-Ass TM…It should succeed on that point alone!
DVD:
The giggling takes physical form in a fun director/actress/actor audio commentary and a trio of featurettes that are mostly composed of Joe excitably jumping around on set. Nothing is very deep or eye opening but it’s all filled with enough enthusiasm to make them worth your time.
torturous thirty minutes first act the shit hits the fan again, but this time its nice pleasant shit that
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