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DVD D.O.A.: Shitty Sequels

The law of diminishing returns rules hard in horrordom; sequels almost always gradually degrade in a nice neat arc.

See?

Though every now and then there’s a nice kink in the drop off (Friday VI, Elm Street 3, Halloween 4)… Those aside, let’s whatever-the-opposite-of-celebrate-is (mourn?) the sequels that NEVER should’ve happened…

I’ll Always Know What You Did Last Summer (2006)

This sensationally dumb third entry in the I Know What You Did saga abandoned Jennifer Love Hewitt and her substantial cleavage for pastures new.

Colorado. Lots of slicker-clad fishermen found round there.

A quartet of teens whose prank went askew are literally haunted by the killer Fisherman who turns out to be a ghost.

It’s cheap, offensively simplistic and actually has a couple of surplus characters who could’ve been great mystery killers. But no. A fucking urban legend ghost outcome fills a gap in the script so huge and sucksome that it threatens to pull the whole of existence through it.

Halloween III: Season of the Witch (1982)

In spite of a so-so idea at its core, nobody wants Halloween III. It’s the Smelly Cat of the Halloween series. It’s Andrew Ridgeley. It’s that guy who left the Backstreet Boys. It’s the fat one from Wilson Phillips*.

An eeeeeevil toymaker creates masks that kill their pre-pubescent owners when activated by the insanity-inducing Silver Shamrock advert and it’s FUCKING HORRIBLE TUNE.

“Three more days to Halloween, Halloween, Halloween…” Aaaarrgghhh!!!

Michael Myers was NEEDED to come and kill whoever came up with that.

What mystifies me more is that when they released the first Halloween DVD box, they omitted Halloween 6 but not this one, even though it has fuck all to do with MM (apart from being seen on a TV screen in an almost-bemusing post-modern manoeuvre).

“The” Final Destination (2009)

Sometimes, people should know when to stop.

Even the artwork for this instalment shows that the franchise was less about characters and more about death by this point, about as far removed from the original concept as possible.

In this one – supposed to be the last word at the time – a retread of Final Destination 2‘s pile-up occurs at a Texas racetrack, leaving a quartet of thoroughly boring ‘teenagers’ (none of whom have parents, jobs, occupations) to stand by while a string of strangers meet grim ends before Death comes knockin’ at their door.

It’s crass, suspiciously cheap-looking and about as deep as a kids’ paddling pool, but also packs a mean streak that has several ‘characters’ who aren’t even given names and it doesn’t matter how nice you might be, something undeservedly nasty is going to happen to you.

The silver lining is that Final Destination 5 was a vast improvement. And it had the awesome ‘Devour’ by Shinedown on it.

American Psycho II: All-American Girl (2002)

Time for a shot of plain weirdness. This made-for-DVD sequel posits that Mila Kunis is a bigger sociopath than Patrick Bateman ever was and actually stabbed him to death after he killed her babysitter years before.

Masquerading as a co-ed, she enrols in a criminology course taught by – smirk – William Shatner and proceeds to kill anyone who stands between her and getting to Quantico.

The tagline “Angrier. Deadlier. Sexier.” pretty much tells you all you need to know: this is nothing more than a moronic attempt to wring some sleaze out of the cult phenomenon of Brett Easton Ellis’ original novel.

Kunis is clearly embarrassed to have been a part of it, but not as embarrassed as you’ll be watching it.

Wrong Turn 3: Left for Dead (2009)

This should really have been called Wrong Turn 3: How to Lose All Sense of Credibility in 3 Easy Films.

Wrong Turn 2 may have played for gory laughs but at least it remained interesting and partially invested in its own universe of backwoods inbreds killing cityfolk for grub but the following entry is just the bastard offspring of outsourced cheapness.

There’s only two cannibal loons this time, both looking more rubbery than ever before as they hunt down a group of convicts whose bus went off the road in West Virginia Bulgaria.

Awful reliance on crappy looking CGI, 100% unsympathetic characters and acting out of an infomercial with added profanity and a couple of T&A shots. A box-ticking exercise if ever there was one and Wrong Turn 4 looks to be even worse.

Stay tuned for more sequels from hell. Hang on, that means I’ll be creating my OWN sequel to this… Hopefully it won’t suck nearly as hard.

* I liked all of Wilson Phillips – including Carnie.

Full circle = 360 / 2 = 180 = Death!

FINAL DESTINATION 5

3.5 Stars  2011/15/92m

“It’s not if. It’s when.”

Director: Steven Quale / Writer: Eric Heisserer / Cast: Nicholas D’Agosto, Emma Bell, Miles Fisher, Arlen Escarpeta, Tony Todd, P.J. Byrne, Courtney B. Vance, David Koechner, Jacqueline MacInnes Wood, Ellen Wroe, Brent Stait.

Body Count: 10 (+86 other poor schmucks)


Hallelujah! A character finally acknowledges the force that provided the vision! It’s only taken 11 years for them to realise nobody’s ever mentioned that.

Will they ever stop? Crew and fans assumed they were stopping with 2009’s flaccid “The” Final Destination. But even though it was shit, it also made shit loads of money, prompting work on a fifth film – possibly something of an apology – which arrives a year earlier than the standard three-year gap between the other films.

The good news is that Final Destination 5 is shit loads better than the previous entry and maybe a little better than FD3 as well. Though the promise of a ‘back to basics’ approach is only half delivered, it appears that those behind the scenes took the project that little bit more seriously than before.

For the most part, the formula is un-fiddled with: a big disaster happens, which is foreseen by one of those about to perish whose hysterical reaction to his/her premonition saves a handful of people who are then hoovered up by the invisible force of Death in the following days and weeks.

fd5-4So we had a plane crash, a pile-up, a rollercoaster malfunction and a raceway crash (that one really sucked, didn’t it?), 2011 coughs up a suspension bridge collapse. Unfortunately for a bus full of office workers on a ‘team building retreat’, all round nice guy Sam (D’Agosto) sees it all seconds before it happens. People are impaled by almost anything imaginable, crushed by flying objects, and for one poor guy drenched in burning hot tar. Sam succeeds in creating a scene that saves eight people from the bus.

The last two films sorely missed the presence of Tony Todd as the riddle-speaking mortician Bludworth. Thankfully he’s brought back to hang around the aftermaths of the ensuing deaths and utter a few cryptic words about Death’s grand scheme to claim the souls they skipped out on their scheduled suspension bridge check-out date. Though this time he states that if those in the firing line take another life, places are switched and they get that person’s remaining years. Kill or be killed.

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In the meantime, there’s death by gymnastical dismount, acupuncture, laser-eye surgery and the usual menagerie of flying implements which take people out with a nano-second’s notice. It’s as grisly as usual but just that little bit less sadistic than the last two films, which showed such disregard for their characters that they become virtual parodies of themselves.

Interesting, this is the first film since the 2000 original not to show any tits. Have they now decided the series is above that kind of sleazy exploitation on top of bloody deaths for all? Maybe. Or maybe the three female actors just didn’t want to get their jugs out. Who knows. It doesn’t make a difference to me anyway.

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What it does leave is a little more room for characters who, although hardly drawn out beyond their roles, are on the whole more likeable than before. Sam fulfills his part as the psychic to standard while Emma Bell of Frozen is his on-off girlfriend. Sam’s best bud Peter has the biggest arc after his girlfriend goes early on, slowly driving him a bit insane and leading to the kind of guy-with-a-knife action you just don’t see in Final Destination movies. There’s also a little more evidence of the grieving process at play, with the office employees missing their lost colleagues and commercial repercussions that the disaster indirectly causes.

Quale attempts to keep things on a sort of overcast drizzle level of grim but the comedic off-sets still creep in, mostly from P.J. Byrne’s Isaac, who is listed as one of the dead by the slave-driving manager during a memorial service and then completely forgotten about when mentioned later.

There’s a good attempt to change it up a bit come the finale, which sees the kill or be killed theory being tested and then we get the twist. It’s a real downer in the internet age that big reveals can be so easily and quickly spoiled for those of us unlucky enough to read just that one sentence too much somewhere.

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Various people on the IMDb boards ruined it by giving away the twist ending, which, to be fair, I may have also given away by calling this post Full Circle. To say Final Destination 5 could close off the series is a decent assessment given how things end. It will hopefully provide a great OMG! moment for those who have no idea it’s about to happen.

Even so, the scene in question is brilliantly executed (again!) and elevated this from an average rating to being a notch about the third movie, thanks almost exclusively to this development and the general feeling that someone somewhere just TRIED a bit harder to make a good horror sequel rather than a box-ticking exercise.

A big question mark will hang over the possibility of a sixth film. I imagine this one will have done well enough to generate interest and there’s no shortage of ways to keep offing people but at the very least, they should lay it to rest for a few years to let the dust settle.

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Blurbs-of-interest: Arlen Escarpeta was Lawrence in the Friday the 13th reboot; Courtney B. Vance (underused!!) was in D-Tox. Tony Todd was also in both Hatchet and its sequel, Scarecrow Slayer, iMurdersJack the Reaper, Candy Corn, and Hell Fest.

Ridiculous scene o’ the month: Carousels are not FBI safehouses

This months Ridiculous Scene comes courtesy of seldom seen 1981 Z-movie House of Death (or Death Screams), the chintzy Friday the 13th wannabe that notoriously plays out of sequence on the R2 DVD.

What happened last time I was shot in the back with an arrow? Why, I ran to the nearest merry-go-round of course! Just like this badass chick…

RSOTM2It’s worth noting that on said shitty R2 DVD, the scene ends when the carousel begins moving – we don’t see Badass Headband Girl get asphyxiated for reasons unknown (I had to get stills from YouTube!) – but then if the distributors can’t even get the fucking film on the disc in the right order, what hope is there of them providing it uncut?

Fahrenheit 1988

COLD PREY III

3.5 Stars  2010/98m

“The legend begins.”

Director: Mikkel Brænne Sandemose / Writers: Lars Gudmestad & Peder Fuglerud / Cast: Ida Marie Bakkerud, Kim S. Falck Jorgensen, Pal Stokka, Julie Rusti, Arthur Berning, Sturla Rui, Endre Hellestveit, Terje Ranes, Nils Johnson.

Body Count: 9


The law of diminishing returns applies quite stoically to the slasher realm. Sequels are more often than not retreads of their predocessors, lacking in imagination and largely barren in the imagination department. They’re cash-ins.

This is the point of view of most.

Me, however, I’ll watch just about any old crap. Although this year I “decided” to give up on camcorder-quality films altogether. There’s never been a good one, so I’m going cold turkey. Oh, how will I cope?

Anyway, in the realm of the NORWEGIAN slasher movie, things are a little different. This is aided by the fact that there are only about half a dozen in existence anyway. Manhunt sucked and probably won’t generate a follow up, but Cold Prey surfed in on a freezing wave of freshness, filling the lungs of a haggard genre with life and resetting certain cliches so they weren’t embarrassing in the context of the film and its kick-ass sequel, which is the hands-down best dayum hospital slasher flick going.

cp3-8-copy1The declaration of a third film was better than the announcement that so-and-so is pregnant with your child. Screw that, there’s gonna be another Cold Prey! Light up a cigar for something more fulfilling.

Neatly, Cold Prey III comes full circle on the 80s homage of the first two films by setting itself in the 80s. The Norwegian 80s. Where everyone loved Kim Wilde.

Yes, it’s prequel time. I’m neither for nor against prequels. I rather enjoyed the Texas Chainsaw Massacre one, to which this bears some similarities. ‘Origin tales’ have become a bit popular in horror lately, or ‘reboots’ that permit a re-telling of Jason, Michael or Freddy’s murderous arc.

Cold Prey III provides a minimal sequence that fills us in on the Fjellmannen’s early years as that kid with the eye-birthmark thing living in the eerie ski lodge. He offs his unloving folks and disappears.

Twelve years later, in what I assumed was a warm spell for Norway as there’s no snow in sight, usher in six bouncy teenagers (four boys, two girls) who want to check out the hotel but end up camping by a beautiful lake. They do the usual teenage things of drinking beer round the fire and being giggly n’ such and two of them wander off for midnight nudie time, which is thwarted when they tumble into an animal trap, which unfatally skewers Knut, leaving final girl-candidate Siri to go and get help.

Fjellmanenn: The Wonder Years finally turns up on scene to start killing and I’ll not give away some factors which make the story different to the other films. Suffice to say, this one owes a fair wad of inspiration to Wrong Turn and is notably bloodier than its kin.

The other teens soon find themselves on the run when they go looking for Knut and Siri and instead find the killer. There’s an energetic race through the woods to an abandoned house, which shows that the ‘USP’ of the Cold Prey brand is still creating tension out of tried and tested sequences: here, Walkman-toting Magne finds himself creeping away from the killer around the ground floor of the tiny cottage. Don’t. Even. Breathe.

Interesting, while Siri is being held captive elsewhere, the final girl reigns are passed over to the ever-frowny Hedda, who, being the only one without injury, is forced to try and save herself, her boyfriend Anders and arrow-through-the-foot-victim Magne.

Hedda does a good job, but she’s no Jannicke. In fact, most of Cold Prey III‘s problems lie in the rather lax characters, some of which barely have any lines before they’re dispatched. There’s a friendly ranger-cum-cop trying to find them after he gave them a ride to the forest in the first place, his estranged backwoods brother and a revelation some two thirds of the way through that links back to a throwaway line from Cold Prey II.

If you divorce the other films from the equation, this is a decent, above average forest-centric slasher flick. Its ties to the lore set out previously are strictly superficial and by cutting a few lines and the hotel scene, you might not even make the connection that the film is even related.

cp3-7aCold Prey III is good enough on its own but don’t wade in expecting the same dizzy heights; this is a cash-in, a contrived way of making a third film without having to somehow resurrect the maniac from his (very final) termination at the end of the previous movie. Production attributes are very good, scenery gorgeous and performances adequate. The good scenes outweigh the bad but, as with all prequels, you can see how it’s going to end, although some effort goes in to subverting an entirely predictable fate for the last one standing, which shows some imagination still at work.

Stock Background Characters 101: The Prankster

In this feature, we examine the lesser beings of the slasher movie realm, which, if you’re making your own slasher film, could provide a good cast roster for you.

No killer or final girl profiles here, this is a celebration of those underlings who made the most of their fleeting flirtation with stardom. And usually died.

Let’s all laugh at… THE PRANKSTER

Overview: In every group of healthy teenage friends lurks the Prankster, derivative species include the Joker or the Common Fat Prankster. Almost always male, the Prankster’s role is to make Smart Alec comments, play practical jokes on people and be the last one laughing when it appears the threat of death is imminent. Wayward Pranking will invariably figure in his death.

Linguistic Snapshot: “Boo!” or “Ha ha ha, I got ya didn’t I?”

Styling: The Prankster can be identified in his group largely by the big grin he almost always wears. If not, he may well opt for bright, ‘unserious’ clothes with lots of lurid colours that may beg the question: Is this guy retarded? The answer is surprisingly not, but the Prankster is just not afraid to make a fool of himself. Anything for laughs, y’know? There is usually something that makes the Prankster stand out physically: big hair, bad hair, badly peroxided hair…

Hallmarks: Being the ever-cackling member of the group, the Prankster can usually be found trying to set up his next big joke. But he’s exclusively unlucky in love. Girls want a guy they can count on, Howard/Shelly/Ralph simply aren’t serious enough. And death is a serious business, you know, a joker has no hope of getting her out of this mess. Plus he’s capable of being, like, totally gross.

You gotta feel sorry for these dudes a bit though, they never get the girls and everyone chastises them for being immature or upsetting Susie ‘cos her mom died the same way they pretended to exactly ten years ago tonight and the killer was never caught blah blah blah…

Downfall: Almost without exception, the Prankster will die either because of or as a part of his latest gag, or he will pull of the trick and die and nobody will take it seriously. Examples include the guy in Welcome to Spring Break who finally gets the killer’s electro-shock treatment and even the cops think it’s just another joke and then there’s Friday the 13th Part III‘s Shelly’s attempt to raise help from one of his friends who squawks “Nice make-up job!” before walking away unimpressed while he slumps down the wall and bleeds to death in the corner.

Pranking-pair Anthony and Judd from Sleepaway Camp II get more than they bargained for when they dress up as Freddy and Jason to try to generate a heart attack for unliked counsellor Angela (who happens to be the killer); Ralph in The Initiation – who went to a party dressed as a giant penis – may have shown his sensitive side at the eleventh hour and also gotten laid, too bad it didn’t protect him from well-aimed arrows.

Then there’s poor fatty Sid in Italiano Camping Del Terrore whose quest for carnal satisfaction ends up with him stripped naked (full frontally for a change) and shoved into the kitchen of the ill-tempered camp owner and his family.

Genesis: Pranksters have been part of the genre almost since the beginning. An ill-conceived prank can be the catalyst that leads to the killer’s murderous rampage (see Terror Train, Slaughter High, The Graveyard) and guys attempting to scare their girlfriends have existed in largely unchanging form since the 80s hey-day: Ned got on everyones tits faking his drowning in Friday the 13th; the frat boys tried to scare the beejezus out of the pledges in Hell Night; Damon Brooks was the short-lived master of deception in Urban Legend until he literally got strung up for it…

Legacy: In recent years, the cliché of the Prankster has worn thin a bit but there are still some survivors to be found in the deepest reaches of the genre (i.e. the films made by people with a camcorder and a bunch of am-dram dropouts). Wrong Turn 2 features Jonesy, who interpolated a band of pervertedness to his nothing-is-serious outlook on life but most of his jokes were verbal rather than practical.

This example aside, it seems that the Prankster is on the vulnerable to extinction list of characters we all grew up with dying all over the screen. There are still plenty of smart-mouth teens to tempt your everyday psycho’s blades but those who pretend to be dead only to leap up seconds later with a big grin and are then found later apparently repeating the joke only not are fewer and further between.

Shelly, Howard, Ned, Ralph, Damon, unnamed Welcome to Spring Break guy, we salute your bad-taste gags, dreadful fashion sense, crap hair and sunny outlook on existence. Too bad it couldn’t save ya.

“Come on… this shit is funny!”

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