A. Sherlock Moans.
The latest in the string of faux documentaries trying to capture Heather Donahue’s mucus-magic formula, Troll Hunter follows a trio of Norwegian college students who discover the mythical creatures they read about as kids are more than just fantasy. You see, it seems a few of the supernatural buggers have escaped from their territory and the recent spate of bear slayings in the area is not the result of fanatical poachers, but a government cover-up aimed at concealing the existence of the mischievous rascals.
Both technically strong and delightfully silly, Troll Hunter manages to both mock its waning genre while also delighting in its conventions. Trolls apparently abhor Christians. A scene that witnesses the student’s debating the troll’s potential reaction to their new Muslim team member is hilarious. And the trolls are awesome.
TUCKER AND DALE VS. EVIL
You know the old story of a group of young city slickers who run into a pair of rifle-wielding mountain men at the edge of an uncharted body of water only to be beaten and tortured? This ain’t it. What this is is a hilariously disgusting, delightfully gory tale of mistaken identity. A pair of rednecks on vacation in the mountains are mistaken for homicidal hillbillies by a group of snobbish college kids who misinterpret their neighborly gestures as signs of murderous intent.
Not the most neurologically stimulating experience, however, the endearing qualities of its central characters crossed with its humorous application of slasher film conventions and its slapstick sensibility make this one-joke interlude one of the best horror-comedies in a long while.
Sometimes you’re just in the mood for a destructive, telekinetic, pulsating tire with an obsession for desert women flick, you know?
The movie struggles to satisfy the length requirements of a feature and is never quite as clever as it thinks it is, yet this one-joker is extremely entertaining. It’s a surreal picture that maintains a balance between the macabre and the mundane similar to the films of Lynch. Its screw-ball brew of slasher conventions and self-referential humor will have you harking back for days.
Still love the line, “(The Tire’s) been reincarnated as a tricycle.”