As most of my latest reviews have yet to be posted online, I only have one new review link for today, and it's a doozy. Eli Roth's follow-up to last year's counterfeit exploitation flick Hostel is, in virtually every regard, a significant downgrade from its overhyped, overrated predecessor, striking phony pose after phony pose to no positive effect. It's a seriously depressing movie, not because of its extreme gore (of which there's plenty for the hardcore Fangoria crowd), but because it assumes that horror film audiences want nothing more from a scary movie than derivative plotting, cipher protagonists, and meaningless blood and guts.
If Roth is - as friend Quentin Tarantino has claimed - the future of horror, then perhaps it's time we close down the grindhouse asap.
Hostel: Part II (Slant magazine)