I’m hard to please when it comes to movies, I admit. But I’m not an unduly harsh critic, I don’t think. I know what I like, and I know what works for me in a movie, especially in the horror genre. In my recent review of Lavender, a “vengeful ghost” movie, I said that entries in the horror genre need not terrify, but they should at least have a noticeable “creep” factor. Let’s face it, it’s tough to actually terrify an audience these days, which is why so many horror movies rely – too much – on the jump scare. Done right, it enhances a horror movie, but in many cases, lack of atmosphere and good, old fashioned decent writing leads to the jump scare to carry the weight of the horror movie on its weak shoulders. But what happens if you create a horror movie that has neither atmosphere, nor jump scares? You end up with a movie like Lavender, and one I watched the other night, Sweet, Sweet Lonely Girl, written and directed by A.D Calvo, who I’d never heard of before.
AT THE FOOTHILLS OF MADNESS 