Rating: R
Run Time: 93 minutes
Director: Eli Roth
Starring: Jordan Ladd, Rider Strong, James DeBello
“You just want to grab the person
next to you and fuck the shit out of them.”
I really wish Eli Roth were the
person next to me at this moment. I don’t want to fuck him; I want to
beat the living shit out of him…
I have subjected myself to a
string of shitty movies lately. Cabin
Fever is just one more flick that continues the trend and perfectly
epitomizes this particular dry spell of mine ten-fold. The movie is
nonsensical. The dialogue is atrocious. The expendable meat is even
more contemptible than usual. The film is rambling and desultory, devoid
of much of a plot. There is no forward momentum to the story. There is
nothing at all logical about the entire experience. Even the reasoning of
the group of vile young adults who are the focus of the flick is, if at all
possible, even more idiotic than is generally the norm in this sort of
shit-fest.
If you are a Roth fan, please
explain to me the attraction. This was
supposed to be his good movie, right? I will never
watch Hostel now.
I’m not averse to watching
disturbing movies, outre gore movies, exploitation movies, movies depicting
torture, or any combination thereof, if there is a need for the thing. I
understand that the enjoyment or vilification of some aspect of a film that
deliberately tries to shock or even alienate the viewer is entirely a matter of
subjectivity for each of us. My tolerance of this kind of show extends to
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Hills Have Eyes, House of a 1000 Corpses and its sequel,
Hatchets I, II, & III, Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer, or Taxi Driver. My God, man, I liked Saw well enough and actually find merit and message in Cannibal Holocaust. But Cabin
Fever is just fuck-awful, derivative and unoriginal without possessing
value as an homage to one of those other films, it is filled with character
after character whose deaths do not elicit audience empathy, and it’s just
plain stupid.
Cabin
Fever is not half bad, it is wholly,
unashamedly, irredeemably, unabashedly all the way bad. I should have known a movie
whose lead was the co-star of one of my most reviled 90s sitcoms wasn’t likely
to satisfy me on any level whatsoever. But I had no idea a horror movie could plunge to
the depths this one plumbs and still earn a theatrical release. Or be reviewed
well.
Some have suggested it be viewed
as a black comedy or parody (of what, I have no idea). The problem with
this theory is that the filmmakers play it straight throughout at least the first
half of the movie, until they are far too committed to a vision of the film as
a legitimate horror outing. Then, mid-way through, they try to get ironic
on us. It’s too late, mo-fos.
Here’s where we begin: a
hobo-looking fellow returns to his campsite with what looks like some roadkill
for dinner, only to find his dog dead and the bloody carcass open from neck to
groin. The dog is so obviously dead from even the most cursory glance
that the incredulity of the homeless guy looks a little ridiculous. Really, the dog is not so much obviously dead
as obviously the most fake-ass prop, but let’s, for the sake of fairness, try to suspend our disbelief. If the
homeless guy can do it, so can we.
Next up, we see five kids heading
for a weekend of fun at somebody’s cabin in the woods (sorry, but that’s what
it is). The gang are the most sorry excuses for humanity I have seen
since, well, All the Boys Love Mandy
Lane, another recent shitter that has been reviewed well. I’m not
even going to make the effort to identify these characters with names or the
names of the actors who play them because the characters are all cut from the
same vain, self-absorbed, cloth. Here is
my exception: one of these assholes is played by Rider Strong (“Boy Meets
World”). Not only is he as much of a dick as the other two male co-leads,
but, being Rider Strong, he is a terrible actor playing a dick. Somehow, some way, the
combination of talentless douche and insufferable character made the viewing
experience infinitely more painful for me.
Now we swing back to the old
man. He’s been infected with
something. Did he get this from the
dog? Fuck if I know, because I didn’t know the dog had an
infection. While we’re on the subject of
the dog, however, I will say this: he has better presence and acting chops
than the entire cast of this debacle…and he’s a fake-ass prop. Now
to the where the old man meets the assholes.
One of them happens onto the homeless, woods-dwelling unfortunate and
refuses to help the poor guy when he asks for and so desperately needs it. Flat out refuses. You wouldn’t think that even complete douches
would tempt the wrath of God, the fates, karma, or whatever you happen to
believe, quite so blatantly as this jackass does. The poor homeless bastard returns to their
cabin in the evening, still seeking help, and the stupid fuckers end up
accidentally setting him on fire.
This does nothing to save them
from what’s coming, however, and the rest of the movie deals with their
efforts to save their own sorry asses at each other’s expense. Have we
become so cynical that we must populate a cast with young characters and
then demonstrate that every single one of them is entirely devoid of even the
most rudimentary sense of moral responsibility or compassion for others, even
among themselves? Have we become this inured to a pointlessly nihilist
approach to movie-making that this is what we get for characters? What is Roth trying to say? I cannot tell, but it adds nothing of value
to the very real societal problem I, in my dotage, am beginning to see: our alienation from one another and our
increasingly antisocial behavior threatens to destroy us. The behavior here is on display for no other
reason than to show people who fuck each other over to survive, yet end up
dying anyway. Maybe it’s a Sophoclean
metaphor used to decipher the tragedy of the Millenials, the tragic flaw being
woven into the tapestry of this generation being that you can be as shitty,
cynical, narcissistic, and vain as you care to be…but you’re still gonna end up
dead, fuckers.
Is this what Eli Roth
believes? Perhaps so, given that he followed this with Hostel. But in this film there is
no dramatic import to how these young adults turn on one another. Because they are all assholes to begin, when the virus
infiltrates the group, they really just become even bigger assholes. Lost is the resonance
of the key theme of Deliverance, Straw Dogs, or The Hills Have Eyes, that we are capable of descending into the
worst kind of savagery and will use extreme violence, fighting fire with fire
and claiming an eye for an eye, to protect our own interests and to survive.
Here’s another thing, while I’m
on it: some horror works well when there is no explanation for the bad
thing (what it is, where it came from, etc.), whether it be monster, ghost,
deadly virus, you name it. This movie, however, cannot bear to be inexplicable; it chokes on the lack of an origin story for the flesh-eating
(I guess, who really knows) bacteria or whatever it is. The lack of exposition
regarding the infectious agent leaves a big, gaping hole in a plot that cannot
afford one, because the story that unfolds behind it is simply not strong enough.
***
Because of this, Cabin Fever is a long, verrrry long,
string of scenes of no intrinsic significance that do nothing to develop
narrative continuity; it’s just one unimportant thing after another. This
is not helped by the main actors, who suck as much as actors as their
characters do as morally bankrupt tits. If Roth were aiming for a black
comedy (I’m not convinced), the performances need to be tongue in cheek or a
little mannered; this cast is not up to that.
Anyway, as I said, once everyone
starts getting whatever the fuck it is they’re getting, they start acting even
more cravenly and, incredibly, even more obnoxiously than before. As they
do, the movie descends further into irrelevance.
Shall we try to salvage something
out of this experience? Let's use Cabin
Fever as a model for how not to make a horror movie of this sort.
Here we go!
- Populate your movie with despicable characters whose deaths the audience will not only not mourn, but will instead actively root for with every fiber of their being.
- Create an undefined menace that has no antecedent to explain what the hell it is,where it came from, and just exactly what it does.
- Write shittty dialogue (so bad it has three tees) that is littered with profanity, to demonstrate how bereft your imagination truly is.
- Arrange your scenes by no logic discernible to anyone with a fucking brain so there is no inter connectivity between one asinine idea and the next and the movie just stumbles ever onward inexorably toward an ending that will release the viewer from his pain and incredulity.
- As either a consequence or the driving force behind #4 (I’m just not sure), just don’t worry about anything so bourgeois as a plot and, whatever you do, don’t let it get in the way of your vision of further corrupting any-bloody-someone so unfortunate as to stumble in to the theater to see the morass of doo-doo you’ve created.
- Do make a late act effort to shift gears entirely into what could kindly be called black comedy, if it were only the least bit fucking funny. Still, however, continue to litter in scenes that can only be taken seriously in order to confuse further those of us who form your audience.
- Be sure to have about six endings too many. Make sure they go on and on.
I have heard it said Cabin Fever is a parable for the AIDS
or SARS crisis. That is almost unthinkable, because if it were, it would be an absolutely
tasteless insult to anyone with HIV. I’ve heard it’s a parody…of what,
Ebola virus? Does that seem like a good idea?
Let me end with a few of the
things that are never explained, because, hey, I cannot stop myself at this point
without hitting on every single thing I can remember that made my viewing
experience so very, very unpleasant:
- Why does that fucking retard kid Dennis bite? And why does he scream ”pancakes” and then do a little ju-jitsu before moving in for the kill?
- Who is the guy with the dog who shows up with the weed? That whole scene is nonsensical. (Yes, I know it’s Eli Roth, but what does he have to do with anything?)
- Winston…really?
- The storekeeper and the racist comment is explained in a way that is, if anything, even more racist in its irreverence…why would a person do that?
Senseless cruelty, extreme gore,
sex, profanity, all have their place in the right kind of story. But
don’t they have to earn it?…even a little bit? What is the upside to creating
a fictional world peopled with vile, selfish, amoral characters? Because
if the point is to show how we crumble and fall and turn into quivering mounds
of jelly when forced to act in extremis, why broadcast that inevitability by
giving us people who would, judging by what we see of them even before the shit
hits the fan, only ever do exactly that anyway?
To end: the movie is
depressing. Is it depressing because the subject matter is
uncompromisingly hard-hitting? No. It’s because I looked back at
the end of it all and realized I had wasted an hour and a half of my life that
I will never ever see again. The one thing I can say in its defense is
that Cabin Fever is an effective
explanatory model for Einstein’s General Theory of Relativity, because I would
swear that hour and a half was twice as long.
The Horror Inkwell Rating: 3/10