“The
Beast of Exmoor” goes around killing people in a small English hamlet. An American reporter goes to Exmoor to do a
story on the slayings and teams up with a big game hunter to track the
beast. Meanwhile this sallow dude goes
around the forest reciting poetry. Could
he be the one transforming into a werewolf and killing people? Or could someone else be the culprit?
Despite
the title, this has nothing to do with the Predator movies. It’s a slow and talky low budget British
horror movie that relies heavily on POV stalking shots in lieu of actual horror. In fact, we don’t get a good look at the thing
until the film is just about over. No
wonder they were hiding the damned thing because it looks like something out of
a Howling sequel. The transformation
scene is even worse. The guy turns into
a werewolf via jump cut. You’ve got to
be fucking kidding me.
If
you like long, slow scenes of people talking in pubs, this is the flick for you. The bulk of the movie consists of our
intrepid reporter interviewing citizens in a bar about the so-called
Beast. Most of these are deadly
dull. The scenes in the woods aren’t
much better, but at least you can get a chuckle out of the fact that most of
the forest scenes seem to take place in front of the same couple of trees. Add in a climax that’s so dark you can hardly
see anything (although it’s probably better that way), a droning soundtrack
that’s liable to put you to sleep, and a lead actress so wooden she could be
Pinocchio’s sister and you have a recipe for some dopey lycanthropy.
AKA: Moon Stalker.
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