Better Than Carnage

When a group of ex-friends are gathered together at their old summer camp by strange invitations after they haven't seen each other for 10 years, some oddball things begin happening. They're locked onto the grounds, their abilities to leap a fence are taken from them, a strange figure lurks around and they start getting killed. The element that links them all together is the brother of one of the woman there. He was slightly mentally disabled (which means he looked about 25 when he was supposed to be 15, had a pasty face and talked really slow) and he was picked on. Well, there was an accident at camp and he was killed. Or was he? (It's tough to say really because during large portions of this film I couldn't see a thing.) Regardless, someone is killing them. Is it the brother? (Please reference my last parenthesized sentence.) All of this killing ties in neatly with words spoken and images gleaned in the pre-credit and credit sequence. (Or I think it does because I can't quite see all of it.) All in all, a (fairly) satisfying journey through (if interpreted lightly what could be called) terror.

Well, that was the most excruciating paragraph I've ever written. Trying to pretend that this stinkbug was in any way worth watching has exhausted me. I have no more love to give. What can you say about a movie where the only positive thing I could think of was "Well..it's better than Carnage and more fun than tumbling into a landfill head first with your mouth open." The film's too dark, the story is nothing new and the actors all look suited for more pornographic pursuits that anything else. This is bad. Even the summer camp feels wrong.

Now, I never went to one of those "several week long" summer camps at places with Indian names. My visits were limited to "day camps" that were over supervised and under fun. Softball, boondoggle and playing on the school playground, which, I guess, was OK but boondoggle was the only thing we didn't do during the regular school year and, unless you were a boondoggle junkie, one trip to Boondoggleville was enough. I do remember James Felowski pushing me through a window. Or pushing someone through a window. Why'd he do that? Now, there's a question worth finding an answer to. Nothing in Twisted Nightmare compares. Sadly.

If this is meant to be an entertainment, who is entertained? I was bored and/ or stupefied. But, I guess...in the end...I wanted to go to a Sleepaway Camp because I wanted to get laid. It seems like it would have been so much fun. Ah well...

I guess you should see Twisted Nightmare. It's the only film in town.

Note: The editors have "told" me that I must "pick up the pace" for my next couple of reviews. They didn't mind my musings when they were on the films or Film. "Apparently", they don't like where my reviews are going. "Not very nice, bad for business", all that. So, for the "next couple of reviews", I'm going to try to review the films and "be good". "We'll...see you there."