Written and directed by Travis Oates. Starring Brian Austin Green, Joanne Kelly, Mena Suvari, Robert Picardo and Zack Ward.
Plot: 10 friends arrive at a secluded mountain resort and find it deserted and then one by one, they start to disappear as well.
The first sign that everything is bad is that there’s no cell service. How is there never any cell service? I ask you that. Anyway, this movie, filled with good actors, uses them poorly. Jack (Green) is the voice of “reason” in the group. When they arrive to find that no one is there, but there’s half-eaten food lying around, he’s the one that suggest splitting up to look for the people that have to be somewhere, right? Wrong! They check the resort, the cabins, the cars and there’s no one. And on top of that, they soon realize that there are no insects around either. How can there be no insects? Things go to complete shit though, when Tracy (Suvari), whose name comes first in the credits, also goes missing first.
Honestly, it was fucking hysterical in the beginning. A lot of funny parts. But then it continues and it becomes a dreadful movie. There is no motive, no innovation, no rules, no Freddy Claws and an incomplete story. A lot of it was pretentious. Yeah, Oates seems a little obnoxious as a writer/director. Maybe he should focus on one or the other and have someone help him. Maybe that would work. We don’t know. We just know that this was not a good movie.
Towards the end of the movie, Claire (Kelly) even says to Jack that she just wants to know WHY it’s happening. And Jack responds with, “I’m not sure I care anymore.” And that about sums up the movie. We realized that Oates was going to give us bullshit and never say why, so we just waited impatiently for the infuriating ending.
I suppose I could list my favorite movies here, but instead I'll give you a strange glimpse into what makes me TaraRomero.
1. I met George Romero. He was the kindest and sweetest man. He talked to me for longer than he should have with the line getting longer. He also held my hand. And when he noticed the ladybug I have tattooed on my wrist, he said he liked it and asked me it's name. Till then, it had not had a name. Now, I call him George.
2. I love stickers. All stickers. I just adore them. I even ask for stickers for Christmas! As a matter of fact, the birthday that just past, every member of my immediate family gave me sticker packs as gifts. Affordable and extremely appreciated.
3. I have never put much stock in astrology or horoscopes, but I LOVE the magic of the MBTI. Omg. I am an INFP and it actually sounds just like me. Introverted mostly. Creative always. Heart before head and not the most logical. Totally me! For better or worse.
4. It's no surprise I count horror so high up on the list of things that make me, me. However, it's so within my soul that I was part of the Horror Club in college. Interesting bunch. And even took a Horror Lit class as an elective. I got an A.
5. Coffee always makes me happy. Always. I'm particularly fond of caramel macchiatos. But I'll drink black coffee if it's the only thing available.
6. I hate shock for the sake of shock and endings that depress me. I always mention the movies Within (2016) and the Eli Roth produced, written and starred in, Aftershock (2012), as proof of this distate I have. I abhor the idea that just because I like horror, some people think I'd actually praise a movie that lets you think the "Final Girl" just made it through the night, only to slap her in the face with a tsunami.
7. We are big time animal people. I mean, if I could, I'd have an elephant, a bear, a zebra, a penguin, an otter and a meerkat, living with me. Seriously though. We have 2 dogs right now and 2 cats. Both cats we picked up when they each came to our front door hungry. And both dogs we got from 2 different sets of neighbors. Both who, unfortunately, don't know how to care for pets long-term. But they're happy and healthy now!!
8. Revisiting my love of horror, one of the above cats, my cat, is a little black guy named Church. Because Pet Sematary. His middle name is even Pascow. To give credit where credit's due, the name was DJ's idea. But he loves horror too!
9. I'm big into art. Along with movie posters and an Anne Frank quote, I have some actual paintings on my wall. I really think Dali paints beautifully when he wants to. And if I don't get to see Michaelangelo's Pieta in person some day, I will be very disappointed.
10. Lastly, I find Emily Dickinson's poetry intriguing. I took an elective course about her as well. But do you know I injected horror even there? I was given a poem to dissect and I picked one on death, of course. Then, I researched old "Death Photos" and even printed out copies for everyone in the class. They were so interested in looking at them that it stopped them from all looking at me, and I was able to deal quite well with my stage fright. Haha
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