Stake Land (Jim Mickle, 2010)
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Take a generous slab of Cormac McCarthy's
The Road, add a pinch of Ruben Fleisher's
Zombieland, The Hughes'
The Book of Eli, and the Pastors' underrated
Carriers, then throw in some vampires and give it all a whirl. Yup
Stake Land is as derivative as horror gets, but it's also a compelling, unrelentingly gritty, yet suprisingly tender hotchpotch of ingredients that come together beautifully. Well made, and extremely well acted by a cast of virtual unknowns (unless you count the almost unreconisable Kelly McGillis) the film pretty much delivers on all levels; just a shame it all feels so familiar.
Hobo With A Shotgun (Jason Eisener, 2011)
This began life as a fake grindhouse trailer which ended up winning an amateur competition created by Robert Roderiguez. I loved watching that trailer on Youtube, and ever since a movie spin off was announced with no less than Rutger Hauer in the lead I was positivley drooling with anticipation. Unfortunately Jason Eisener's finnished product is such an over-the-top excercise in ineptitude; my inevitable opening night visit to the local multiplex was one of crushing disapointment.
Imagine an ultra-crass mixture of J. Michael Muro's
Street Trash, and James Glickenhaus'
The Exterminator pumped full of amphetamines in a crime infested city that makes the old Detroit of Verehoeven's
Robocop look like a teddy bear's picnic...got it? Well you're still only half way there
. Shot on the cheap in Canada,
Hobo is intended as jet black comedy that attempts to glean laughter from sheer gratuitousness. Nearly every scene is a ridiculously extreme, expletive packed orgy of violence, torture and depravity that would never have got past the censors if it wasn't so exaggerated and fake looking. Complete with leering pop video camera work, and token 70's colour saturated visuals (though overall stylistically the film plays more as 80's homage)
Hobo substitutes any semblence of satirical substance for sheer ironic excess. Still, if a school bus full of kids being flamethrowered to death by rayban wearing goons to the tune of The Trammps
Disco Inferno sounds like your cup of tea...then you may well be inclined to disagree.