Frequently, horror movies send useful idiots to a remote location, then hack them up one at a time. What might happen if one of the potential corpses had some self-defense savvy? Nothing especially surprising, as You're Next demonstrates.
Frequently, horror movies send useful idiots to a remote location, then hack them up one at a time.
What might happen if one of the potential corpses had some self-defense savvy?
Nothing especially surprising, as Youíre Next demonstrates.
But the latest genre exercise from slasher-flick prodigy Adam Wingard (A Horrible Way To Die) is at times bloodily entertaining. And, although the central plot twist isnít all that clever, at least the movie offers some motivation for its mayhem.
In the prologue, two residents of a vacation home are butchered for no apparent reason by black-suited thugs who wear animal masks. Wingard and screenwriter Simon Barrett redeem the sequence with a sly joke: Just before she is killed, one of the victims puts the Dwight Twilley Bandís Looking for the Magic on repeat. It plays for the rest of the movie, though not always within earshot. (Nice way to keep the music budget down.)
The major bloodbath takes place up the road at another vacation home, owned by a couple whose wealth comes from defense contracting. Paul (Rob Moran) and Aubrey (Barbara Crampton) have invited their four grown children (and their significant others) for a 35th-anniversary celebration. The weapons mogul didnít think to have drones, rocket-propelled grenades or even a starter pistol with him.
Most of the characters are disagreeable, so the prospect of their demise isnít too upsetting. The movie waits before identifying the characters who are not merely obnoxious but altogether monstrous.
The wait means enduring too many gory assaults as well as a surfeit of creaks, squeals and droning bass notes.
Once the predators become prey, however, Youíre Next turns livelier.