Yes, there's another sequel to those Hatchet movies, which for some reason they chose not to name sequentially. They must have known the series was getting crappy, and thus they decided to rebrand it under a different title.
They needn't have bothered. This fourth "Hatchet" is just more of the same, even down to the out-of-nowhere ending. And the lame gore. And the obnoxious a-hole cast that it is entirely impossible to care about.
It opens with a uniquely repulsive scene. Inexplicably a flashback to the '60s, though still set in the swampland locale that was boring by the end of the first Hatchet, and none of the others departed from, we see a man propose to his girlfriend. She responds by bursting into tears. And mucus. But mostly mucus. The man tries to get her to wipe her face but is unsuccessful, and she kisses him. When they break the kiss, strings of mucus join their faces like spiderwebs. The man begins to dry-retch, and I wondered if I might join him in this. Of course, they get offed, in what seems to be a pretty unrealistic fashion.
Then we're back in the present, and the Asian guy from the previous movies, apparently the only survivor, is on a horrible talk show where he is interrogated by a wig-wearing Oprah knockoff, and then goes to sign copies of his book about surviving "Victor Crowley", the titular killer. A woman asks him to sign her breasts, and then an overweight man asks him to sign his penis and testicles.
Yes, you read that right. And the movie doesn't neglect to show you the appendages, either. They are apparently real - you can even see the left testicle shrink on exposure to the air. Thanks for providing that close up, filmmakers. It's much appreciated.
What were they thinking?
And then, blah blah blah, yadda yadda yadda, they end up back in the swamp and start getting killed. Who cares? Nothing remotely interesting or unexpected happens for the rest of the movie. The death scenes are tacky and unbelievable. The characters are obnoxious in an uninteresting way. The women aren't particularly attractive. The Asian actor could have made his character someone you might actually root for, but the movie won't let him.
And it ends out of nowhere, leading us to expect they are going to make yet another Hatchet flick - perhaps titled "Victor Crowley 2". God help us.
They needn't have bothered. This fourth "Hatchet" is just more of the same, even down to the out-of-nowhere ending. And the lame gore. And the obnoxious a-hole cast that it is entirely impossible to care about.
It opens with a uniquely repulsive scene. Inexplicably a flashback to the '60s, though still set in the swampland locale that was boring by the end of the first Hatchet, and none of the others departed from, we see a man propose to his girlfriend. She responds by bursting into tears. And mucus. But mostly mucus. The man tries to get her to wipe her face but is unsuccessful, and she kisses him. When they break the kiss, strings of mucus join their faces like spiderwebs. The man begins to dry-retch, and I wondered if I might join him in this. Of course, they get offed, in what seems to be a pretty unrealistic fashion.
Then we're back in the present, and the Asian guy from the previous movies, apparently the only survivor, is on a horrible talk show where he is interrogated by a wig-wearing Oprah knockoff, and then goes to sign copies of his book about surviving "Victor Crowley", the titular killer. A woman asks him to sign her breasts, and then an overweight man asks him to sign his penis and testicles.
Yes, you read that right. And the movie doesn't neglect to show you the appendages, either. They are apparently real - you can even see the left testicle shrink on exposure to the air. Thanks for providing that close up, filmmakers. It's much appreciated.
What were they thinking?
And then, blah blah blah, yadda yadda yadda, they end up back in the swamp and start getting killed. Who cares? Nothing remotely interesting or unexpected happens for the rest of the movie. The death scenes are tacky and unbelievable. The characters are obnoxious in an uninteresting way. The women aren't particularly attractive. The Asian actor could have made his character someone you might actually root for, but the movie won't let him.
And it ends out of nowhere, leading us to expect they are going to make yet another Hatchet flick - perhaps titled "Victor Crowley 2". God help us.