Directed by Michael Emanuel. Written by Emanuel and John K. Anderson. Starring Dean Cain, Lacy Phillips, Stephen Ford, Christopher Darga, Saginaw Grant, Conrad Janis, Ellie Gerber, Maximillian Roeg and Nikki Moore.
Plot: a former FBI agent, now a small-town sheriff, profiles murders that may have been committed by a wendigo.
Harry Bailey (Cain) is raising his daughter, Pearl (Phillips) alone after his wife disappeared years ago. He acts like his wife is going to pop back in at any moment, but Pearl believes she’s dead. This causes strife between them, as does his strict behavior, which only gets worse after there’s a grizzly murder in town. The white folks believe it was a bear, but a lot of the Native Americans in the area believe it was the mythic wendigo.
Meanwhile, Pearl is going to church on Sunday, but drinking – underage – all the other days. She even throws a party behind her father’s back, inviting her slutty friends, Kay (Moore) and Buckly (Gerber). Also in attendance is their loser friend, Wahoo (Roeg) and the new kid in town, Todd (Ford), who Pearl throws her vagina at. Since Harry doesn’t trust Pearl, he sends one of his officers, Zeus (Darga), to spy on her and indeed he does. He’s so creepy he actually masturbates while watching two of kids have sex.
After the party, Kay goes missing and everyone goes searching for her, including the sheriff, some angry townspeople, Pearl and her friends. Of course, a bear is killed during this time, which I hated. We also hated how stupid a lot of the characters were. We didn’t really like anyone that much at all. There’s no real innovation, no rules and no Freddy Claws. The music was miserable and didn’t fit the scenes and the direction was awful, too. And the when the real killer is discovered it makes no sense.
The nice elements of the movie are few and far between and sometimes unintentional. Like, it’s unintentionally funny. It’s also realistic though, has lots of boobs and the creature was pretty terrific for such a low-budget movie. However, it was clear they spent all their money on the monster and not much else. It’s a ridiculous movie overall and we cannot recommend it.
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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