trading in meaningless obfuscation
it's been a while since a film that i'm trying hard to like expends so much energy trying to make me dislike it...
there's something here (like two or three separate films / ideas), just not quite enough to hold it together for an hour and a half. there's a bit of grindhouse, bit of the red shoe diaries, bits of a ken russell meets michael winterbottom wink to the whole thing.
it engages when it starts asking questions about…
too many buts.
i'm generally happy to defend zombie's schtick, but goddamn he could've done with a co-writer here.
i'm cool with his attempts to create rather than just present a monster, but the endlessly hinky dialogue and a mid-film lapse back into xeroxed carpenter halloween means it just don't quite work.
he refines a lot of this for the much improved yet heroically flawed sequel, but the potential for a fascinating two-hander was just that - potential.