Predator 2 is on the menu, and while it’s probably not the best movie for generating jolly holiday spirit (see above), it serves up a wholesome platter of action and blood. To watch Predator 2 is to take a trip back to the early 90s, where bright neon was all the rage, gangbangers looked like gay strippers, and Gary Busey was still making the rounds. Yikes!
“A supernatural drama about grief.” Thanks, IMDB, for the lenghty, well-written synopsis. Although I joke, this one sentence pretty much says it all about Lake Mungo. It really isn’t a horror movie; more of a faux-doc presented like a special you would see on TV after 60 Minutes. That poster suggests there is at least one scene where someone is running for their life, getting attacked by a shark, or at least whipping their hair back whilst skinny dipping. Disappointingly so, there is nothing resembling that amount of emotion or action in this film whatsoever.
Take a look at this poster and tell me if you would watch this movie. Unless you are unreasonably afraid of clowns (apparently this image would prove unsettling to people with Coulrophobia) the goofy devil-clown on this bill would indicate that House of Fears is a cheapest of the cheap Z-movie. And don’t even get me started on that terrible excuse for a tagline. Originally, I avoided it when Netflix recommended it.
Now what are your thoughts on this version? When skimming through connected horror films on IMDB earlier this month, I came across this picture. Pretty terrifying, am I right? So I read the synopsis and looked it up on Netflix to add to my list, when I found the first poster again. I know you’re not supposed to judge a book by its cover, but that was exactly what I was doing at the time. I figured I’d add it anyway for MASSACRE MARATHON and if it sucks, it sucks.