![]() ![]() Fair play to Kasdan: he holds the scene in check as it treads a tightrope between the schoolboy gross-out and something terrifyingly primal. That he has a distended stomach and is emitting acrid, sonorous farts should be cause for concern, as should the itchy patch of red mould on his cheek. ![]() Two of our heroes - Lewis and Lee - rescue a delusional stranger wandering lost among the trees. Shot in the dense, snowy forests of British Columbia, the cabin in the woods cliché is presented in an otherworldly white-out, muffling sound and disorientating vision. This sprawling, frequently unfathomable monster movie may kick off with some serious shock value, but it soon putters out into a scattershot of interesting ideas hastily smothered by a giant slab of soul-draining CGI. Alien vegetables with sentient powers? Insane military commanders with hair-triggers and crypto-fascist pronouncements? Four life-long buddies with fraying lives and telekinetic foreheads? Snow, trees and flashbacks to a golden past of forgotten promise? We can only be tromping around in the genre-bending brain of Stephen King, whose mammoth novel Lawrence Kasdan has bravely elected to fillet down to a manageable movie, for a directorial U-turn away from sturdy ensemble dramedies.Īs is too often the case, King proves no easy beast to wrestle. ![]()
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