THE PREY
"Harumph", says I. "Harumph."
"Harumph" is the sound I make when I make a decision I probably should have known better than to have made. Today I rented this and another piece of schlock, which is in another post. And as much as this movie sucks - and make no mistake, it sucks mightily - it's the better of the two.
It's your standard 80's slasher drivel...and that's about it. The whole movie. As usual. Now, just a few thoughts on this one - love the tagline, however factually incorrect it is: "It's not human, and it's got an axe!" (actually, it is human, and only uses an axe once)
I loved a hilariously ambiguous, strange little scene where a park ranger comes across some vultures feasting on a carcass. The ranger shoos the birds away, and notes that it's Gail, the chick he met at the bottom of the mountain earlier! So, he looks at the ravaged corpse...then over at the vultures...back at the corpse...back at the vultures...at the corpse again...
...this goes on for quite some time. And I laughed my ass off, trying to think of what was going through the park ranger's head. Was it "Oh my God! The vultures were eating her...she must be dead!"?
I also liked the lovely mountain scenery, which also saved another awful slasher movie I once rented for some reason called Don't Go In The Woods. But I really liked the end of the movie, where the killer is revealed. Needless to say, he's a tall, badly burned, hairless, misshapen freak. (aren't they all?) And it turns out that this guy is just looking for a little love. No, I'm not kidding.
It's an awful movie, but sometimes, an enjoyably awful movie. I was curious...now I am curious no longer. Satiating curiosity is what renting bad movies is all about.