American Nightmare (2002)
Whenever the studios fuck slasher pics up all to hell and everyone proclaims the meat movie dead, some indie director with a Super-8 camera comes along and proves that there's life left in the genre after all. You can bet money on it. Here's the latest example of such indie quality -- a neat pic that, while it does suffer from rote plotting and occasional iffy acting, provides a goodly amount of chills and showcases a fierce performance from B-queen Debbie Rochon. Really, she's pretty freaky. Shame about the ending (there's such a thing as too little closure), but it's a debut. Me forgive. I look forward to what writer/director Jon Keeyes offers next.
Grade: B-
Whenever the studios fuck slasher pics up all to hell and everyone proclaims the meat movie dead, some indie director with a Super-8 camera comes along and proves that there's life left in the genre after all. You can bet money on it. Here's the latest example of such indie quality -- a neat pic that, while it does suffer from rote plotting and occasional iffy acting, provides a goodly amount of chills and showcases a fierce performance from B-queen Debbie Rochon. Really, she's pretty freaky. Shame about the ending (there's such a thing as too little closure), but it's a debut. Me forgive. I look forward to what writer/director Jon Keeyes offers next.
Grade: B-
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