¡QUÉ HORROR! 2015 The Preliminaries

¡QUÉ HORROR! 2015

The Preliminaries

This has been, shall we say, an “eventful” year. You can tell if stuff’s happening by the number of posts I make (which of course, reflects the number of excellent, ¡Qué horror! worthy films I’ve managed to see).

Now, while it’s entirely possible that most of the past 12 months’ crop of horror just wasn’t really up to snuff, it’s also equally possible that I didn’t have enough time to go around to sit down and see stuff.

To be fair, maybe it’s a bit of both.

At any rate, here we are, another October, and another ¡Qué horror! 13.

Before we deep dive into the final rundown, let me just say for the record, 12 of the following films came from the Candidate posts, and the 13^th, the TV entry, I wasn’t able to make a separate Candidate entry for, so you’ll just find out what it is at the very tail end of the rundown. (Though if you’re a regular ‘round these parts and have been following the annual ¡Qué horror! rundowns, then it won’t be too hard to guess which TV show takes that slot this year…)

Also, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention this title before we hit the main rundown…

SPRING

(September 2014)

Brought to us by the dynamic duo of Justin Benson and Aaron Moorhead* (whose Resolution--go ahead! Click! Monsieur Benson was cool enough to leave a comment!--carved out a slot for itself on the ¡Qué horror! 2013 rundown), Spring has some horror elements in it, but is decidedly not a horror film.

Ultimately, it actually plays opposite of how usual entries in the specific horror hybrid genre that it finds itself in unfold. (Yes, I’m actively avoiding spilling the beans here, but if you’ve seen the other one sheet, then you’ll know what kind of horror hybrid it is…)

So, aside from the 13 titles in the main rundown, make it a point to check out Spring, with Martin Kefauver himself, Lou Taylor Pucci!

Okay, now that I’ve gotten that out of my system… the 2015 main rundown…

* Additionally, their contribution to V/H/S: Viral (“Bonestorm”) was also one of the few brazenly bright and audacious spots in an otherwise… problematic anthology.
(Nacho Vigalondo's "Parallel Monsters" was awesome too!)

(Spring OS courtesy of twitchfilm.com.)

HORSEMEN
(Review)

“And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, ‘Come and see.’”
-- Revelation 6:7


There are certain recurring elements that seem to be thrown at the viewer when the standard serial killer thriller/procedural is on hand: among them, some Bible bits, and a slew of disturbingly gruesome kills.
Se7en did it.
Millennium did it. A lot.
So it is that it takes quite a lot for me to get worked up over a serial killer thriller/procedural these days.
Now we’ve got Jonas Åkerlund’s Horsemen, which, admittedly, attempts to take the sub-genre a little further than it’s traveled before.


I’ve been following Horsemen’s trail for quite awhile now, tuning into the project after it looked like Jaume Balaguero was going to direct it for Platinum Dunes.
That ultimately didn’t work out though, and Horsemen instead fell into the lap of Åkerlund, whose last feature was the frenetic entry in the canons of drug cinema, Spun.
I rather liked Spun, so when news broke that Åkerlund was in the director’s chair, I was still determined to check out Horsemen.
And now that I have seen it, I must admit that while some of it works, some of it doesn’t.


Det. Aidan Breslin (Dennis Quaid) is a troubled cop whose specialty—forensic odontology—brings him to the fore of a case that quickly reveals itself as one where the perpetrators display a distinct fixation on the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
Cue Biblical bits (complete with expository chat with the neighbourhood priest, played by Paul Dooley) and disturbingly gruesome kills (courtesy of the awesome K.N.B. EFX).
Those aspects, and the view we get of Breslin’s struggles on the homefront, particularly his fractured relationship with teen son Alex (Southland Tales’ Lou Taylor Pucci), are what work in Horsemen.
There’s also an attempt to portray a complicated plan that’s compromised by the very human nature of its perpetrators; we eventually see where the scheme buckles, despite the intentions of its mastermind.


Where Horsemen doesn’t work though is in its underutilization of some very capable actors (among them, Clifton Collins, Jr. and Peter Stormare).
We get a fine performance from Patrick Fugit (who’d previously worked with Åkerlund on Spun), but it’s limited to a short portion of the film, playing almost like a vignette in the context of the entire narrative.
In fact, there are elements of the script (by Dave Callaham, who’s also written the script for Michael Cuesta’s Tell-Tale) that just don’t seem to reach any manner of resolution, among them, the subplot that involves Zhang Ziyi.
Then there’s that ending, which plays like such a Hollywood copout, the sort of ending that isn’t earned at all, but somehow feels tacked on.


Granted, the perpetrators have a point to make, motivations that transcend the usual psychopathology of your average movie serial killer, but in the end, Horsemen just doesn’t cohere as well as I’d hoped.
Disappointing, considering my fondness for Spun.
At any rate, Callaham’s script showed a certain level of ambition, so I can only hope that his screenplay for Tell-Tale (a contemporary update of Edgar Allan Poe’s "The Tell-Tale Heart") will likewise strive for something more than your average Hollywood horror thrills.


Parting shot: With Cuesta at the helm of Tell-Tale, my hopes for it rise even higher…

(Horsemen OS courtesy of impawards.com; images courtesy of bad-taste-it.)