This movie has a good premise. A girl who lives in your neighborhood, going around and killing everyone around you in varying forms of gory torture, just to entertain herself. The thought of that would be very scary in real life, and if done properly, could make for a very tense, entertaining movie.
It's unfortunate this idea was turned into this horrible B 'movie'.
While it starts off very strong, and in a very interesting way, it unfortunately goes downhill, especially after the half way mark when it tries to do hallucination based alternate time lines that make no real sense and have no point being in the movie, other than to provide more gore.
A young woman, who is never named, starts off in a kitchen, eating some cereal, going through the house as if just waking up in the morning, giving the viewer a sense of calm. This quickly turns to horror, as she goes upstairs, into a room very calmly, and finds the actual husband and wife of the house, tied up to chairs, with horrible looking wounds on their bodies, the wife dead in the chair. Very chilling and nerve racking, as the Girl displays massive psychosis and a very calm nature while finishing off the occupants.
From there, we go to the main leading man, who just had a crap load of shrooms and wakes up in his chair, watching TV on his widescreen....which is inexplicably hooked up to an archaic cable TV device. It makes no sense whatsoever if you are aware of technology of both today and yesteryear. And this is just the first of many head scratching things in the movie.
We find out that the main lead guy is a 'musician', hangs out at a local eatery/pub a lot, is infatuated with a girl from the bar, but never says anything to her, was in a relationship with a rather chubby, unattractive blonde who works in a book store filled with seemingly nothing but paperback books....I haven't seen a store like that in about 10 years.
He has two male friends, one of which is getting married, which only ever comes into play in the aforementioned hallucination sequences later on, and serves really only at a feeble attempt of character development.
After spending a night at the house working on music, and then watching a movie together....3 men, watching a movie together, with no hint of beer or anything....just a bit odd. But not as odd as where they all actually live, because the 'neighborhood' is constantly shifting and changing, from posh, to suburban, to ghetto hood depending on the shot in the film. Incredibly inconsistent, even in the interior of the house, as the main leads basement looks like a rat dwelling, and yet the upstairs looks like it's taken care of by Martha Stewart? See how I went from one point to another there without finishing the first point? Expect that A LOT in this movie. It will randomly cut from one thing to another, and never really finish certain shots/stories.
Anyways, after the movie watching, the male lead is standing in his driveway, a bunch of stuff with the friends, then he's in his basement tied up in a chair by the Girl. What follows is inconsistent, blathering nonsense, punctuated with scenes of bloody gore.
Now, with the gore....while it looks decent, it too, unfortunately, is very inconsistent. For one thing, the main guy has his wrists duct taped to the chair, but in one shot when he's 'escaping', the tape is magically gone and he's free. I kid you not.
One girl is given a glasgow smile with a hacksaw....yet in scenes just a minute or two later, with her cheeks all torn apart, you can literally see the sides of her mouth, still in tact.
The main guy has his eye lids pinned up into his forehead, yet again, later on, the holes still in his forehead, his eyelids are fine, in fact back to completely normal, no holes, no nothing! At it's very core, it's essentially a girl who just tortures the hell out of everyone in a few houses for an hour and a half, with about 20 minutes of WTF is going on thrown in the middle for some reason.
This movie could have been something much better, but ultimately, it's just bad. Besides, any movie that constantly finds an excuse to throw in the beginning of the credits from some movie the director made 10 years ago, which was also a B grade movie, is just not good.
It's unfortunate this idea was turned into this horrible B 'movie'.
While it starts off very strong, and in a very interesting way, it unfortunately goes downhill, especially after the half way mark when it tries to do hallucination based alternate time lines that make no real sense and have no point being in the movie, other than to provide more gore.
A young woman, who is never named, starts off in a kitchen, eating some cereal, going through the house as if just waking up in the morning, giving the viewer a sense of calm. This quickly turns to horror, as she goes upstairs, into a room very calmly, and finds the actual husband and wife of the house, tied up to chairs, with horrible looking wounds on their bodies, the wife dead in the chair. Very chilling and nerve racking, as the Girl displays massive psychosis and a very calm nature while finishing off the occupants.
From there, we go to the main leading man, who just had a crap load of shrooms and wakes up in his chair, watching TV on his widescreen....which is inexplicably hooked up to an archaic cable TV device. It makes no sense whatsoever if you are aware of technology of both today and yesteryear. And this is just the first of many head scratching things in the movie.
We find out that the main lead guy is a 'musician', hangs out at a local eatery/pub a lot, is infatuated with a girl from the bar, but never says anything to her, was in a relationship with a rather chubby, unattractive blonde who works in a book store filled with seemingly nothing but paperback books....I haven't seen a store like that in about 10 years.
He has two male friends, one of which is getting married, which only ever comes into play in the aforementioned hallucination sequences later on, and serves really only at a feeble attempt of character development.
After spending a night at the house working on music, and then watching a movie together....3 men, watching a movie together, with no hint of beer or anything....just a bit odd. But not as odd as where they all actually live, because the 'neighborhood' is constantly shifting and changing, from posh, to suburban, to ghetto hood depending on the shot in the film. Incredibly inconsistent, even in the interior of the house, as the main leads basement looks like a rat dwelling, and yet the upstairs looks like it's taken care of by Martha Stewart? See how I went from one point to another there without finishing the first point? Expect that A LOT in this movie. It will randomly cut from one thing to another, and never really finish certain shots/stories.
Anyways, after the movie watching, the male lead is standing in his driveway, a bunch of stuff with the friends, then he's in his basement tied up in a chair by the Girl. What follows is inconsistent, blathering nonsense, punctuated with scenes of bloody gore.
Now, with the gore....while it looks decent, it too, unfortunately, is very inconsistent. For one thing, the main guy has his wrists duct taped to the chair, but in one shot when he's 'escaping', the tape is magically gone and he's free. I kid you not.
One girl is given a glasgow smile with a hacksaw....yet in scenes just a minute or two later, with her cheeks all torn apart, you can literally see the sides of her mouth, still in tact.
The main guy has his eye lids pinned up into his forehead, yet again, later on, the holes still in his forehead, his eyelids are fine, in fact back to completely normal, no holes, no nothing! At it's very core, it's essentially a girl who just tortures the hell out of everyone in a few houses for an hour and a half, with about 20 minutes of WTF is going on thrown in the middle for some reason.
This movie could have been something much better, but ultimately, it's just bad. Besides, any movie that constantly finds an excuse to throw in the beginning of the credits from some movie the director made 10 years ago, which was also a B grade movie, is just not good.
