Director: James Gunn
Slither does it damnedest to make us believe that it was based on an Italian cult film from the Seventies. Probably, a snarky and entertaining exploitation film about psychosexual space invaders directed by a paranoid drunk who was surprisingly good at self-derogation and bad at spoken English. At best, James Gunn’s Slither is a lovely 90 minutes to spend with the children on a Sunday afternoon, and scare them enough to pick mommy and ruin her life instead after the divorce.
Director: Greg McLean
Greg McLean’s Wolf Creek doesn’t grab us by the throat from the get-go. It lovingly massages our necks, affectionately beguiling us to believe that we are silly gooses for thinking that evil lurks in the kind eyes of the on-screen characters and the gorgeously-woven, molten sepia-tinged landscapes of the Australian outback.
Director: Takashi Miike
Takashi Miike’s film screenings, both local and international, have had more walkouts than Cannibal Holocaust would have if it were screened in Children’s Film Festivals. On a side note, maybe children should watch B-grade exploitation films about foreigners upsetting the delicate space shared by tribal communities and indigenous fauna/flora to understand just how silly their parents are when they tell them to eat tofu or soy-based products.
Hills Run Red
Director: Dave Parker
Guilty pleasures can be confusing. It’s like feeling attracted to a first cousin. We don’t feel right about it but we can’t help it. We have these vague moral compasses that hijack our abilities to appreciate without inhibitions. We have these flashes of liberation but we quickly extinguish them under a fog of conditioned responses. It’s unfortunate that we can neither fathom nor divulge certain unaccustomed urges we have. That doesn’t mean we should hook up with our first cousins. There are too many retarded kids in the world.
Director: Nicolas Winding Refn
Bronson is brutal to the point of catharsis that it is more of a tribute to fictionalized cinema than the person it was based on. Its director Nicolas Winding has a penchant for melodrama that adds a disquieting charm to the film. Added to that, Tom Hardy gives an explosive performance as the spectacularly circus strongman-mustachioed Charles Bronson, a bareknuckle boxer who became England’s most notorious prisoner, spending nearly his entire adult life in solitary confinement.