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Thursday, October 27, 2011

October Edition #27: TROLL HUNTER




Director: Andre Ovredal
Screenplay: Andre Ovredal, Havard S. Johansen
Starring: Otto Jespersen, Glenn Erland Tosterud, Johanna Morck, Tomas Alf Larsen
Release Date: 2010


TROLL HUNTER begins, in true BLAIR WITCH fashion, with a  block of text explaining that what we are about to see is an authentic documentary cobbled together from 200 hours of footage found after the filmmakers mysteriously disappeared. It follows a group of Norwegian students from Volda College, director Thomas (Tosterud), sound operator Johanna (Morck) and cameraman Kalle (Larsen), as they track a mysterious man thought by locals to be the poacher responsible for a series of bear killings. The man’s name is Hans (Jespersen), and he travels the countryside in a terribly battered Land Rover that is covered in alarming claw marks, camping out in various trailer parks and disappearing into the forest for much of the night. After several attempts to secure an interview in which Hans runs them off, they eventually track him deep into the wilderness one night just in time to catch him in the middle of a battle with an enormous three-headed troll. After their vehicle is trashed by the beast, Hans agrees to let the students ride along with him as he tracks these monsters across the thick forests and icy tundra of Norway, educating them on the very real science of troll hunting and the Norwegian governments’ part I keeping the existence of the mythic creatures out of public knowledge.




TROLL HUNTER is not only another solid entry in the ever-expanding “found footage” subgenre kicked off by THE BLAIR WITCH PROJECT, but also one of the most creative, exhilarating and technically efficient monster movies I have seen in the last half decade. Director/screenwriter Andre Ovredal and co-writer Havard S. Johansen do a fine job of piquing our interest in the first half hour as the students quickly uncover the mystery of Hans nocturnal wanderings. Hans is a very quiet, stern man whose eyes betray an infinite sadness and tragic back story that is never made fully clear, but we enough is suggested throughout the picture’s running time to fill in the gaps and keep us engaged in his story. His bitter nonchalance and workmanlike attitude in the face of these Grimm’s fairy tale-inspired monstrosities adds a much-welcome humorous edge to the proceedings. He has only agreed to let the students film him because, in his words, "I'm tired of this shitty job", and feels the world should be allowed to know what he has devoted his life to keeping under wraps.



But what I enjoyed most about TROLL HUNTER was the immense complexity and thought put into building the world of this movie. There is a vast history of troll lore laid at our feet as Hans explains the numerous species and sub-groups of trolls, including the Ringlefinches, Mountain Kings, and the enormous, mountain-dwelling Jotnars. We learn how the Norwegian government has set up the Troll Security Service, or TSS for short, to keep the mythical beasts restricted to certain territories far-removed from civilization using ingenious ruses like massive circles of power lines which seem normal enough, but are actually being used as electrical fencing to keep the Jotnar at bay. Hans infiltrates the troll’s territories by covering himself and the documentary crew in concentrated troll stench to cover their human odor. One odor the troll stench cannot cover up, however, is the smell of Christian blood, which sends any troll into an enraged feeding frenzy. Hans asks the filmmakers before they embark on the hunt if any of them believe in Jesus, and while they all claim they don’t, one of them of course reveals they are a believer at the worst time, when they are trapped in the den of  sleeping Ringlefinches, leading into one of the only truly creepy scenes in the movie as we witness the trolls chasing Hans and the film crew out of the cave through the eerie green glow of night vision. Later on, when asked if the trolls can tell the difference between Christian and Muslim blood, Hans humorously muses, “I honestly don’t know. We’ll see what happens.”



Strong aversion to Christianity aside, there is very little supernatural about the creatures. Hans goes into battle with the beasts with enormous UV ray emitting flash bulbs that replicate the effects of sunlight, causing the younger trolls to explode and the oldest ones to turn to stone. This is attributed by a veterinarian friend of Hans to an inability of the trolls to convert vitamin D from the sun into calcium, resulting in incredibly rapid calcification. In another scene we witness Hans attempt to draw blood from a Ringlefinch, under orders from the TSS, using, you guessed it, three billy goats as bait. In many other scenes, we get to see the bureaucracy of the TSS at work as Hans is forced to fill out a tedious “Troll Slay Form” after each successful hunt. It is the stubborn attention to little details like these that I admire most about this film, as  the plausibility of the scenario aids the filmmakers in drawing the viewer into this crazy world.




Special mention must be made of the visual effects work utilized to create the various species of trolls. We only ever see them sparingly, usually shrouded in darkness and briefly illuminated by the strobe-like flash of the UV lights. I’m fairly positive the creatures were created via CGI, but there may very well have been some creative puppetry at play as well. The monsters initially look as ridiculous as the premise would suggest, until they give chase, and then they turn into truly terrifying behemoths, not to be laughed at. Particularly effective use is made by the blinding light of the flash bulbs, which light up the entire forest and lend a truly epic atmosphere to the battles without actually showing us anything. All of these effects were pulled off on a shoestring budget, but they did an amazing job and it is a testament to the immense talent of the filmmakers to squeeze every penny of production value that they could out of limited means.







I figured I would like TROLL HUNTER, but I never expected to be as entranced by it as I was, and the richly detailed back story and incredible character work by Jespersen went a long way towards cementing this a permanent space on my DVD shelf. The only negative thing I can say about the film is that the ending is rather abrupt and not entirely satisfying, but that is a trait that is inevitable with these found footage films. We may already know the outcome of the story, but what matters is how much fun we have reaching that conclusion. TROLL HUNTER is a total blast, a real breath of fresh air and creativity that is sorely lacking in mainstream movies. Give it a shot. Even if you don’t enjoy it on the same level that I did, I guarantee it will at least keep you thoroughly entertained. Word is that Summit Entertainemnt is planning on remaking this for US audiences soon, but I say screw that and check out this movie as soon as you get the chance.

My Rating:
9/10

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

October Edition #11: THE SLUMBER PARTY MASSACRE


Director: Amy Jones
Screenplay: Rita Mae Brown
Starring: Michelle Michaels, Robin Stille, Michael Villella
Release Date: 1982


This wicked little gem was released at the height of the slasher movie boom of the early 80’s and looked to capitalize on all of the boobs and bloodshed of its brethren while offering a slightly more feminist bent. That might sound slightly antithetical when discussing a movie about scantily-clad schoolgirls being menaced by a power tool-wielding madman, but somehow it just works, and it is a blast.


The movie gets off to a perfectly arousing start...


Trish Deveraux (Michaels) is a high school senior in Los Angeles whose parents are leaving town for the weekend, and so decides to invite a few friends from her varsity basketball team over for a slumber party, no boys allowed (though you know they’ll show up anyways).Unbeknownst to her, an escaped lunatic named Russ Thorn (Villella) has been stalking her and her friends and plans on taking each of them out, one by one, with the biggest goddamn cordless power drill you’ve ever seen in your life. It’s gonna be a night full of booze, boobs, and blood-soaked drill bits. In other words, one hell of a good time!


Trish and friends light up the last joint of their lives.

THE SLUMBER PARTY MASSACRE is a prime example of a slasher movie done right, with just the right amount of atmospheric build-up to the tense scenes, extremely likeable characters, and a decent smattering of the ever-important red sauce. However, it is also a fantastic satire of the very genre it excels at. There is a healthy streak of very black humor running throughout this flick, and while it works perfectly as a horror movie in the HALLOWEEN mold, it is also never meant to be taken seriously. From the very outset, the score, while suitably ominous and brooding, is very heavy on the organ and theremin, sounding like something from a campy old Vincent Price movie, which is appropriate considering that Roger Corman is a producer here. All of the conventions we’ve come to expect from this type of movie are here, only amped up to great comic effect, such as the ridiculous shower scene in the girls’ locker room where the camera goes to great effort to focus on one particular girls’ ass for an uncomfortable period of time.


Apparently he's been reading this blog. Sorry, pal.


Probably my favorite aspect of this movie is the fact that it doesn’t fuck around when it comes to delivering the goods. Yes, there are at least eleventy pairs of tits within the first ten minutes, but the movie also bucks a few trends as well. Most slashers are structured as murder-mysteries, where we don’t know the killer’s identity until the final few minutes. At a slim 77 minute running time, this flick doesn’t have time for that bullshit. By the half hour mark we know exactly who Russ Thorn is and what he looks like, and the movie drops all pretenses of building suspense to become a non-stop kill fest, including the requisite penetration by drill bit, drilled out eye sockets, one extremely vicious stabbing, and a severed head or two. Thorn is actually quite menacing and extremely cruel to his victims, producing a very palpable tension, as all of the characters are generally likeable and it is upsetting to see them knocked off in such gruesome fashion.


If she starts crying before you've even started, you might be doing something wrong.

Believe it or not, but the girls are not total bimbos, as some attempt is made to give each of them a personality, though that kinda all goes out the window once the naked pillow fight scene kicks in. But hey, it’s all in good fun! As I previously stated, the entire movie is pervaded by a jet-black sense of humor, such as an amusing gag involving a dead body stored in the fridge that continually goes unnoticed.  The movie continuously pokes fun at itself with numerous clever lines, including my favorite bit when Thorn poses as the pizza guy he’s just offed and rings the doorbell. When one of the guys asks him what the damage is, referring to the bill, Thorn replies “Six…so far.” There’s another great bit in the shower scene when a girl in the background can be heard exclaiming “Wow, I swear your tits are getting bigger!” 


Don't whip it out in public, dude!

 And let’s be honest here, folks: the drill is a dick. There is nothing subtle about this, and the filmmakers never try to hide that fact. At one point Thorn is even shown in silhouette from behind, menacing the girls with the massive drill bit spinning between his legs. While this might all sound horribly misogynistic, it should be noted that all of the guys are dispatched far more graphically and slowly than any of the girls, all of whom do a fairly decent job of fighting back against their attacker. The men in this movie all die whimpering, while the majority of the girls go down fighting, which is more than can be said for most films of this ilk.

For your dead teenager storage needs, look no further!

The climax is a fucking treat, as the remaining girls team up against Thorn using a variety of weapons, including a badass scene where one of them attempts to take him out using a giant fucking buzz saw. Alas, it isn’t cordless, and it is too short to reach. In the end the final battle involves two faithful standbys: the stalwart butcher’s knife, and, of course, a huge-ass machete, another phallic symbol. Unlike Thorn, she’s got that shit under control and slices off the drill bit in one swipe, effectively neutering him. Needless to say, immense bloodshed ensues, and I had a huge grin on my face as the credits rolled.


Pfft! Mine's bigger!

THE SLUMBER PARTY MASSACRE is a movie that I never expected to like. The title alone was enough to convince me that it had to be one of the stupidest movies ever made, but, and I hate to sound cliché, you really can’t judge a movie by its title, or its awesome poster art. This is one of the best slashers I have ever seen, and a wonderfully sly feminist parody of everything stupid the genre represents that comes highly recommended.

My Rating:
8.5/10